9000 yr old Bog Witch

she/her, 40s, bi, pagan, wife/mother, crafter, gamer

[girlp3rv]

thinking about pope paying for his gf to get her nails done.

he loves buying her things. shoes, clothes, jewlery—basically anything she could ever want. so of course he pays for her nail appointments too. he figures he might as well spend his money on the people he loves rather than spending it on useless shit. plus he likes knowing he contributed to making her feel pretty. plus he loves the way they look.

the first time he pays for it, she ends up getting them painted his favorite color. she came home so excited to show him, eagerly shoving her cold hands into each of his, as she explained why she’d chosen that shade. for the next two weeks, he could barely take his eyes off her hands.

after that, she started asking his opinion, texting him pictures of different swatches, or simply asking him what she should get before she left the house. he loves being involved in the process, almost as much as he loves that she wants him involved in the process.

one day, she gets home from her appointment, and immediately seeks him out like always. except this time, she stops in front of him with her hands tucked behind her back. pope, of course, is immediately suspicious. he holds out his hands expectantly as he shoots her a look that says, what did you do? she looks up at him, smiling shyly as she moves her arms out from behind her, and places her hands in his. she study’s his face as he examines her nails, catching the exact moment he sees it—a tiny “a” worked into the design on each ring finger.

as he brushes his thumb over the tiny letter, pope decides he never wants to see her nails without his initial on them ever again.

[lostfallenangelsblog]

Virgin reader telling Andrew that she’s scared to have sex for the first time and him saying that he wants to help.

Andrew “helping” reader by simulating sex, rubbing his bare cock on her pussy.

(he cums before her but he still wants her to climax so he overstimulates himself to get her off, he’s definitely crying at the end😏)

And just maybe Andrew “accidentally” slips his cock into her, might as well have real sex now…right, I mean why else are we practicing this for.

[jollygoodswag]

Chubby!Sammy who gets self-conscious at the pool as the rest of his colleagues lounge around shirts off. They were all invited to the Sergeant's kid's party and couldn't refuse unless they wanted to hurt their chances at climbing up the ladder.

He was even more self-conscious at the fact that you were late, with your own life and your own very important corporate job. You tried prioritising Sammy's plans when you could but today was extra hard with a colleague calling out of work just as a big project had to be sent to the clients, even on a weekend.

Thankfully you make it out of the office, project sent, bikini on under a linen dress for decency before you're barrelling to the Sergeant's house holding a big wrapped present in your arms.

At first the Sergeant thinks you had the wrong house until you call out his name and give him the present, and then he ushers you in, interested to know whose girlfriend you were. In his opinion you were too beautiful, maybe even too smart for anyone in the precinct.

But what he didn't expect was for you to head straight to Sammy, pecking his lips as you muttered apologies about your delay. It was your first time meeting the rest of the precinct and to say that they were shocked was an understatement, which makes Sammy even more self-conscious. Poor baby could feel their eyes judging the way he looked compare to you.

But you didn't seem to care, only smiling back at them and letting them know how much you loved Sammy, how lucky you were to have him, how much he was the perfect man for you. Because he is, he truly and utterly is.

And then you're pulling him into the pool, kissing his cheeks as you pull up his shirt. You've told him a thousand times but you just couldn't get enough of his belly, so you'd be damned if his colleagues' gaze would be the reason you wouldn't get to see your favorite thing in the whole wide world.

[louloops]

Needy!Sammy 's ice cream time (NSFW)

Needy!Sammy who just bought a pint of his favourite ice cream as a treat for making it through the week.

Needy!Sammy who can’t find his ice cream bowl, the one you had made him on one of your first dates at a shape&paint pottery lesson.

Needy!Sammy who had decided that he’d just eat the creamy goodness from the tub even though he can already feel tears of frustration threaten to spill at having to change his usual routine.

Needy!Sammy who saw you laying under the sun, bikini and shades on as you sang along to the radio. His eyes following the lines of your perfect face, to your perfect neck, to your perfect collarbone, to your perfect perky breasts. 

Needy!Sammy who remembers fucking your tits as you held them together, allowing his cock to nudge between the two peaks, rutting himself expertly between them until he came with a strangled cry, his cum coating your pretty lips. 

Needy!Sammy who just got a brilliant idea. 

That’s how you end up shivering under him though you weren’t exactly sure if it was from the way his tongue flicked on your nipple as he swallowed some of the sweetness he had spooned there, or if it’s from the coldness of the ice cream on your chest. 

Either way he was ravaging you, licking, sucking, biting as you whined, your hands tugging at his hair trying to ground yourself. After a particularly harsh nibble on the curve of your breast you couldn’t help but push his mouth away from overstimulation. 

His hazel eyes stared right into yours, his eyebrows raising with surprise, as though he didn’t do anything that warranted your reaction, fat tears glistening in his eyes from the rejection. 

« But sweetheart… please... How else 'm I supposed t-to eat my dessert ? » 

You huffed harshly trying to catch your breath but he just went back to his task, fingers fumbling the flimsy textile of your bikini to the side as he plunged his ice cold digits into you. He even had the balls to giggle as your eyebrows furrowed, your mouth whining at the sensation, body contracting uncontrollably. 

Masterlist

[fanficwritinggirl]

{The Sound Of Home - Andrew Pope Cody x F!Reader}

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The phone rang at 8:03.

You had been pretending not to stare at it since 7:45.

The kettle had boiled and gone quiet. The mug beside it sat untouched, tea darkening slowly because you had forgotten the milk. There was a half-folded basket of laundry on the sofa, a stack of baby books on the coffee table, and three different paint samples drying in uneven squares on the nursery wall upstairs.

Soft green.

Softer green.

Green that looked nice in the tin and alarming on plaster.

Andrew had chosen green.

Not in a bossy way. Not in the way people chose things when they expected to be listened to.

He had suggested it like he was afraid the wanting itself might be too much.

Soft. Like trees.

So now there were paint samples on the wall and one of his old flannels hanging over the back of a chair in the bedroom because you had worn it that morning and couldn't bring yourself to put it in the wash yet.

The phone rang again.

You grabbed it too fast.

"Hello?"

A small pause.

Then the automated voice came on.

You have a prepaid call from an inmate at—

You closed your eyes.

You hated that voice.

You hated the pause before his name. Hated the way it made something private sound like paperwork.

—Andrew Cody.

Your hand tightened around the phone.

To accept this call, press one.

You pressed one before the recording finished.

There was a click.

A distant shuffle.

Then his voice.

"Hey."

Your whole body softened.

It embarrassed you sometimes, how quickly it happened. One word from him and the house changed shape around you. It stopped being empty. Stopped being too quiet. Stopped being a place you were trying to survive alone.

"Hey," you said.

"You okay?"

You smiled despite yourself and leaned back against the kitchen counter. "That's your opener every time."

"Answer it every time."

"I'm okay."

"You sure?"

"Andrew."

"What?"

"You got two words into this call before interrogating me."

"I said hey first."

You laughed softly.

There was a beat of silence on his end.

You knew that silence.

He was listening to the laugh. Holding onto it. Saving it for later.

Your smile faded a little.

"I miss you," you said.

The words came out before you could decide whether they were too heavy for the first minute.

Andrew was quiet.

Behind him, you could hear voices. The scrape of a chair. Someone coughing. The prison had a sound to it, even over the phone. Hard edges. Men trying to sound bigger than they felt. Doors in the distance. Guards talking like no one around them was human enough to be gentle with.

Then Andrew said, "I miss you too."

He did not say it easily.

That made it mean more.

You looked around the kitchen. At the tea. At the laundry. At the little grocery list magneted to the fridge.

Milk.

Crackers.

Prenatal vitamins.

Paint tape.

Your eyes burned suddenly.

"I painted samples today," you said quickly, because if you sat inside the missing too long, you would crack open.

"For the room?"

"Yeah."

"The green?"

"The greens. Plural. Because apparently there are four thousand versions of soft green."

Andrew was quiet for a second.

Then, very seriously, "Don't pick the alarming one."

A startled laugh jumped out of you.

You pressed a hand over your mouth.

"What?" he asked.

"How do you know one of them is alarming?"

"You said it like that."

"Like what?"

"Like one of them made you mad."

You looked toward the stairs. "It looks like soup."

"Soup?"

"Bad soup."

"Don't pick bad soup."

"I wasn't planning on it."

"Good."

You smiled down at the floor.

For a minute, it almost felt normal.

Almost.

Like he was just somewhere else. At the store. In another room. On his way home.

Not wearing prison clothes. Not standing under fluorescent lights with a time limit ticking down above him. Not trapped somewhere you couldn't reach.

You swallowed.

"I wish you could see them."

"I will."

"The paint?"

"Pictures."

"They'll let you have pictures?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"If they think green walls are a security threat."

You laughed again, but it hurt this time.

Andrew heard it.

Of course he did.

"Baby."

Your face crumpled a little.

"I'm okay," you said, even though your voice had already betrayed you.

"No, you're not."

"I am."

"Don't do that."

You closed your eyes.

His voice had gone low. Not angry. Not sharp. Just Andrew. Trying to get to the truth because anything else made him feel too far away to help.

"I'm tired," you admitted.

"How tired?"

"Just normal pregnant tired."

"How tired?" he repeated.

You sighed and rubbed at your forehead. "The kind where I cried because I dropped a spoon earlier."

Silence.

Then, carefully, "Did it break?"

You blinked.

Then you laughed.

"No, Andrew. The spoon did not break."

"Then why'd you cry?"

"I don't know. Because it fell."

"That's it?"

"Yes."

"On the floor?"

"That's where spoons usually go when dropped."

"You're being mean."

"I'm pregnant."

"That's not a reason."

"It is currently my reason for everything."

He made a small sound, almost amused.

You loved that sound.

You missed it with your whole body.

"I would've picked it up," he said.

The words were simple.

Too simple.

That was why they landed so hard.

You looked at the floor where the spoon had fallen hours earlier. You had picked it up yourself. Of course you had. You were capable of picking up a spoon. You were capable of laundry and appointments and driving yourself to the store when crackers ran out.

But you were tired of being capable alone.

"I know," you whispered.

Andrew went quiet.

You could hear him breathing.

"I should be there," he said.

You turned and leaned both elbows on the counter, lowering your head. "I know."

"I should've been there to pick up the spoon."

A tear slipped down your cheek.

"It was a very dramatic spoon."

"Still."

You laughed wetly.

He didn't.

"I think about it," he said.

You stilled.

"What?"

"All of it."

Your fingers tightened around the phone.

"What do you think about?"

He didn't answer right away.

When he did, his voice was quieter.

"You in the kitchen. You going upstairs too slow because you're tired. You carrying laundry when you shouldn't. You trying to reach things from the top shelf even though I told you not to do that before."

You smiled through tears. "I'm not an invalid."

"You're short."

"I am average height."

"You climb counters."

"I do not climb counters."

"You used to."

"One time."

"Three times."

You rolled your eyes. "You remember that?"

"I remember everything you do that almost kills me."

"That did not almost kill you."

"It did."

"You're ridiculous."

"You're carrying my baby and climbing counters."

"I haven't climbed a counter since before the baby existed."

"You better not."

There was something in his voice. Humor, yes, but fear underneath it. Always fear. Andrew's love came with sharp edges because the world had taught him softness was something you protected with your teeth.

"I'm being careful," you said.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

He exhaled.

You let the silence settle for a second.

Then you looked toward the living room, where a little paper bag sat on the coffee table.

"I bought something today," you said.

"For you?"

"For the baby."

"What?"

You walked into the living room, phone tucked between your ear and shoulder, and picked up the bag. "A onesie."

Andrew was silent.

"It's tiny," you said, pulling it out. "Like, stupid tiny. I don't understand how anything human fits in this."

"What color?"

"Cream."

He made a small approving sound.

"It has ducks on it."

Another pause.

Then, "Ducks?"

"Tiny yellow ducks."

"Why ducks?"

"Because it was cute."

"Babies like ducks?"

"I don't know, Andrew. The baby is currently the size of an avocado. They don't have strong opinions yet."

He was quiet for a second.

"The size of an avocado?"

You smiled softly.

"Yeah. This week, apparently."

"An avocado."

"Mm-hmm."

He seemed to sit with that.

You could almost see him. Head slightly bowed. Brow furrowed. Trying to imagine it. Trying to make the baby real through fruit comparisons and scan photos and your voice describing things he couldn't touch.

"That's bigger," he said.

"Yeah."

"Than twelve weeks."

"Yes."

"How many now?"

"Sixteen."

He breathed out.

"Sixteen," he repeated.

"Four months."

"Four months," he said, quieter.

The background noise on his end grew louder for a moment. Someone shouted something. A guard barked back. The phone crackled.

You gripped the onesie in your hand.

"Is it bad there tonight?"

"No."

"Andrew."

"It's just loud."

"You safe?"

A pause.

Then, softer, "Yeah."

You hated that you had to ask.

You hated that safe was relative.

You hated that your baby's father was in a place where you had to listen for danger in the space between his words.

"Are you really?" you asked.

"I'm okay."

You wanted to believe him.

You chose to believe him because sometimes marriage was not knowing and trusting anyway.

"Good," you whispered.

Another small silence.

Then Andrew asked, "You wearing my shirt?"

You looked down.

The flannel was upstairs, but you were wearing one of his old black T-shirts. It stretched differently over your stomach now.

"How did you know?"

"You get quiet when you are."

Your throat tightened.

"That's weirdly observant."

"It's you."

You sat down slowly on the sofa.

The laundry basket shifted beside you, little folded towels slumping against your thigh.

"I wear your clothes too much," you admitted.

"No, you don't."

"I do. It's probably unhealthy."

"It's not."

"You don't know that."

"I like it."

Your face softened.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

His voice dropped, almost too low to hear. "Makes me feel like I'm there."

You pressed the little duck onesie against your chest.

"You are," you said.

"Not enough."

"No. Not enough."

Andrew was quiet.

You had learned not to soften every truth for him. He hated lies more than pain. Pain, at least, he knew what to do with.

"But you're here in some ways," you said. "Your shirt. Your handwriting on the letters. The scan photo copy on the fridge. The green paint. The way I can't look at the top shelf without hearing you in my head telling me to get down."

"That's good."

"It's annoying."

"It's safe."

"It's bossy."

"Safe," he repeated.

You smiled faintly. "Fine."

The call timer beeped faintly in the background.

Your stomach sank.

"How long?" you asked.

"Ten."

Ten minutes.

It sounded like nothing.

It was everything.

You looked down at your stomach. One hand moved there automatically.

You had started doing that more now. Not because you could feel much yet. Sometimes there was a flutter, maybe. Or maybe it was just your body settling. Gas, the pregnancy book had said helpfully, which felt deeply unromantic.

But still.

You touched your stomach all the time.

Like reassurance.

Like a greeting.

Like proof.

Andrew's voice changed.

"You doing it?"

You blinked. "Doing what?"

"Touching your stomach."

Your eyes filled.

"How do you know these things?"

"You breathe different."

"That is unsettling."

"It's not."

"It is a little."

"I know you."

You looked down at your hand.

Then an idea came to you so suddenly it made your heart trip.

"Andrew?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to talk to them?"

The line went silent.

Not normal silent.

Full silent.

Even the prison noise seemed to fall back for a moment.

"To the baby?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"They can't hear me yet."

"Maybe not properly. But I can."

He didn't say anything.

You waited.

This was how it worked with him sometimes. You had to give him room to walk toward the feeling without staring too hard.

Finally, he said, "What do I say?"

"Anything."

"That's not helpful."

You smiled through tears. "Say hi."

He breathed in.

You shifted the phone from your ear and pressed it gently against your stomach.

The T-shirt was soft under your hand. His shirt. Your belly. His voice waiting on the other end of a prison phone.

For a second, all of it felt impossible.

Then you said, "Okay. You're on."

There was no sound.

You imagined him standing there, phone in hand, eyes down, shoulders tight, terrified of doing it wrong.

Then, very quietly, Andrew said, "Hey."

Your face crumpled instantly.

His voice was rough. Careful. Like he was speaking to something sleeping.

"It's me," he said.

He stopped.

You pressed the phone closer and covered your mouth with your free hand.

"I'm..." He exhaled shakily. "I'm your dad."

The sob hit before you could stop it.

Andrew heard it.

"Are you crying?"

You pulled the phone back up fast. "No."

"You are."

"I'm fine. Keep going."

"I'm not doing it if you're crying."

"They're good tears."

"You said that last time."

"And it was true then too."

He hesitated.

You pressed the phone back to your stomach.

"Keep going," you whispered.

Andrew was quiet for another second.

Then his voice came back.

"Your mom cries a lot right now."

A laugh burst out of you through the tears.

"She says it's because of you."

You gasped. "Andrew."

"She's probably right," he continued, and you could hear something softer in his voice now. Something almost brave. "But don't feel bad. She cries when spoons fall too."

You were laughing and crying at once now, which was not dignified, but dignity had left sometime around week nine.

Andrew paused.

Then he said, "She's taking care of you. She's good at that. Better than anyone."

Your laughter faded.

You looked down at your stomach, tears falling freely.

"She's stubborn," he said. "Don't get that from her."

You rolled your eyes, smiling.

"Or me," he added. "Don't get that from me either."

He went quiet again.

When he spoke next, his voice was lower.

"I'm not there right now."

Your hand tightened around the phone.

"I want to be," he said. "More than anything. But I'm not. So you listen to her, okay? Don't make her too sick. Don't make her too tired. She'll pretend she's fine when she isn't, so you gotta be easy on her."

You pressed your lips together.

"I'm gonna call," he continued. "And write. And your mom's gonna tell me things. About you. About what you need. About what she needs. And I'm gonna... I'm gonna try to be good at this before I get to hold you."

The room blurred.

You could hardly breathe.

"I love you," Andrew said.

His voice broke.

You squeezed your eyes shut.

"I love you before I know your name."

For a moment, neither of you said anything.

The whole house seemed to hold still around you.

Then you brought the phone back to your ear.

Andrew was breathing unevenly.

"You okay?" you asked gently.

He let out something almost like a laugh. "That's my question."

"Answer it every time."

He was quiet.

Then, honestly, "No."

Your heart twisted.

"Andrew."

"I'm okay," he corrected, but his voice shook. "I just..."

"I know."

"I want to touch you."

You closed your eyes.

"I know."

"I want to put my hand there."

"I know."

"I want to feel them move."

"You will."

"What if I don't?"

"You will someday."

The distinction hurt.

You both heard it.

Someday.

Not necessarily the first time. Not necessarily when the baby kicked hard enough to make you gasp. Not necessarily when your stomach changed shape under your palm and you reached instinctively for a hand that wasn't there.

Someday.

Andrew swallowed hard. "Tell me when it happens."

"I will."

"Even if it's little."

"Especially if it's little."

He breathed out.

You leaned back against the sofa cushions and looked around the living room. His boots by the door because you had never moved them. The book he had never finished on the side table. The tiny duck onesie in your lap.

"I wish you could see the house right now," you said.

"What's it look like?"

"A mess."

"Because of the laundry?"

"That and the baby books."

"You reading all of them?"

"I'm trying."

"You don't have to know everything."

"That's rich coming from you, Mr. 'Write Down Egg Hatred.'"

"That was important."

"It was not."

"You still hate eggs?"

"Yes."

"Then it was important."

You laughed softly.

"I bought one book for you," you said.

"For me?"

"Yeah. It's called something like New Dad Survival Guide."

He went very still. You could hear it somehow.

"I can't have books sent unless they come from approved places."

"I know. I checked."

"You checked?"

"Of course I checked."

There was a long pause.

"You got me a dad book?"

Your throat tightened at his voice.

Small.

Disbelieving.

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Because you're a dad."

He didn't answer.

You stared down at the onesie.

"Andrew?"

"I'm here."

"You okay?"

"No," he said again, and this time there was a little breath of humor in it. "You keep doing things."

"What things?"

"Making it real."

Your eyes softened.

"It is real."

"I know."

"But?"

"But sometimes in here it feels..." He stopped. "Far away."

You nodded even though he couldn't see.

"I know."

"Then you say things like dad book and baby room and ducks, and it's..." His voice thinned. "It's real again."

You looked down at your stomach.

"It's real here all the time," you whispered.

"I know."

"Sometimes that's beautiful."

He was quiet.

"And sometimes it's lonely."

You heard him inhale.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm not saying that to hurt you."

"I know."

"I just need you to know."

"I want to know."

You closed your eyes.

That was the promise, wasn't it?

Not that he could fix it.

Just that he wanted to know.

There had been a time when Andrew hid from pain by making himself unreachable. He still did sometimes. But not with this. Not with you. Not with the baby.

He was reaching from inside a cage with both hands.

And God, you loved him for trying.

The call timer beeped again.

"Two minutes," he said.

You hated how calm he sounded saying it.

Like he had trained himself not to react to things being taken from him.

"Okay," you whispered.

"Put me on again."

Your breath caught. "Yeah?"

"Please."

You moved the phone back to your stomach.

Andrew didn't hesitate as long this time.

"Hey," he said again, softer. "It's me."

You smiled through tears.

"I gotta go soon. I don't want to." His voice caught. "But I'll call again. And I'll write. And your mom's gonna paint your room green, but not the soup one."

You laughed silently, pressing your hand over your mouth.

"And she bought you ducks," he said. "I don't know why. But she loves them, so you probably will too."

Your heart felt too big for your chest.

Another pause.

Then, so quietly it almost vanished into the static, he said, "Take care of her for me until I can."

Your tears slipped down onto his shirt.

"I love you," he whispered.

The line beeped.

You brought the phone back to your ear quickly.

"Andrew."

"I love you," he said, faster now. "I love you. Eat something. Lock the door. Don't carry the laundry upstairs all at once."

You let out a broken laugh. "I love you too."

"I mean it."

"I know."

"And don't pick soup green."

"I won't."

"And—"

The line clicked.

Silence.

No goodbye.

No soft ending.

Just gone.

You stood in the middle of the living room with the phone still pressed to your ear, listening to the dead line like maybe love could come back through if you waited hard enough.

It didn't.

The house settled around you.

The fridge hummed.

A car passed outside.

The baby books sat open and unread.

You lowered the phone slowly.

For a second, the emptiness rushed in so hard you had to sit forward, elbows on your knees, one hand pressed against your stomach.

Then you felt it.

Maybe.

A flutter.

So small you could have imagined it.

You froze.

Your breath caught.

There it was again.

Barely anything.

A flicker beneath your palm.

Not a kick.

Not yet.

Just a little movement, soft as a secret.

Your face crumpled.

"Oh," you whispered.

You laughed once, wet and stunned.

Then again, because of course.

Of course it happened thirty seconds after the call ended.

Of course Andrew had missed it by half a minute.

You pressed your hand more firmly to your stomach, tears falling onto his shirt.

"Your timing," you whispered, "is terrible."

The flutter came once more.

You cried then.

Not because it was sad.

Not only because it was sad.

Because Andrew had said take care of her for me until I can, and something inside you had answered.

Because there was a soft green room waiting upstairs.

Because there was a cream onesie with tiny ducks in your lap.

Because somewhere, on the other side of walls and wire and locked doors, Andrew Cody had called himself a dad and sounded like he was trying to believe he was allowed to be one.

You picked up your phone again with shaking hands.

The prison number wouldn't work if you called it back.

You knew that.

Still, you opened your messages and typed one he would not receive until later, when someone checked the system or when he called again or when the world decided to be kind for once.

You just missed it. Baby moved. Tiny flutter. I think they liked your voice.

You stared at the message.

Then added:

Not soup green. I promise.

You sent it.

Then you sat there in the quiet house, one hand over your stomach, wearing Andrew's shirt, and let yourself smile.

Not because everything was okay.

It wasn't.

But because for one brief, impossible moment, his voice had filled the room.

And the baby had moved like they knew him.

[angelitairis]

sammy's hosting some barbecue for the squad. he's elated. went all nine yards. sausage link, ribs, spare steaks. the man stuffed your fridge full with meat, and made it near impossible to get to your oat milk. you grit through your agitation, cause sammy is excited. he can't wait to show you off to his colleagues. gonna show off my pretty girl tonight. that's all he kept saying.

over the course of the afternoon, people are trickling in. sweat is warm on your brow. you've been a good host all day. you've socialized and smiled. you've shown off sweet baby nate. he can sing his abc's and one, two, threes, now. he's more than happy to show off all his newfound motor skills.

sammy's been on the grill all day. he looked so sexy. hawaiian shirt, sunglasses perched, and tongs in hand. jesus. you’re getting old. you’re into a home maker now. sammy bryant has ruined your youth, very cruel of him.

the night is slowly coming to a close. sammy's in the corner of your yard, with some of the other members of the squad. they're all getting ready to light up some cigars.

you've already put nate up to bed, given him his bath, made him brush his teeth. he hated toothbrush time, until you introduced baby nate, to an electric one that plays music. who would've guessed? row row row your boat, gets the boy eager to scrub his little teeth.

sammy's lucky to have you. him and his boy. you're coming back to the yard, from the house. your is hair tossed up, shoes long gone, toes extended into the grass. the yard cleanup is going to be a bitch tomorrow, you can see empty cans for miles. sammy calls you over.

"c'mere baby," he looks over to his boys. he's showing off his zippo lighter that you got him. it's gold, got your anniversary date scribed in it. your initials underneath the date.

you pad on over. "what's up? i put nate up for bed. he's wearing those dino jammies you got him." you got close to him. you wrap an arm around his neck, and you're inhaling the heavy smell of his cigar.

"that's real cute, hon." he smiles. he kisses your cheek. "was showing the boys the lighter you got me." you smile. "you want a hit baby?" he sucks in the tabacco. your hand strokes his chest.

you shake your head no. warm summer breeze, shifting your dress. "don't wanna get nic sick," you bat up at him. sammy reaches behind you, pinches your ass, and your body tenses up. "not nice," you whisper to him.

"i'm nice" he tells you. he blows some smoke in your face. there's chatter in the background you're not taking in. your brain is going fuzzy from the lust you have for him.

"you're kinda mean," you pout up at him teasing.

he scoffs, looking down at you, "i'm not." he presses another kiss to your cheek. you inhale his scent of burnt charcoal and macallan somewhere on his skin. you could take a bite out of him if he'd let you.

“you are too.” you smile up at him. he places a hand on your lower back. he shakes his head.

"you get all my sweetness, promise." his thumb runs upon your spine. you lean into his body, an arm wrapped around his waist. you're ready for the night to end. you want to lay next to your man and talk about all that you observed today. your ears were perked. completely. you soaked in a lot of hot gossip in-between your socializing.

murphy's wife is cheating on him. she told you this, three seltzers in. practically pulled you into her lap, to tell you all about her hushed affair. mind you, she lacked all volume control, inebriated.

murphy,himself, is actually fucking a badge bunny. but, you're pretty sure sammy told you about that before. however, you sneaked a peek at the girl. it was your fault. you were listening in on a conversation you weren't invited to. no one paid you any mind. murphy was showing off some young chick on his phone. big blue eyes, long blonde extensions. you had to walk away before your face opened a can of worms before your tipsy mouth did.

then, sherman. sherman, sherman, sherman. you were actually elated he left early. the guy gave you total skivs.

you poke sammy's stomach lightly, grabbing his attention. he's wrapped up in some conversation. cop talk. gun mags. all sounds the same to your tired brain. his eyes quickly snap to yours. "i have newsss for you tonight." you usher into his chest.

he smiles down at you, eyebrows raised. "good or bad?" he whispers into your ear.

your face wrinkles, "good for our nosy asses, so bad for everyone else." trouble is splayed all over your face.

his face lights up. your man, the gossip, he is. "alright, go inside, come back. come tell me nate's crying. i'll kick 'em out."

you chuckle, padding away. sammy slaps your ass, winking as you walk through the back door. "gonna go check on nate baby," you announce walking into the house.

it wouldn't be long before he'd be upstairs in your spilling his share of news. sammy's trained ears and eyes caught everything. he can already imagine the mess you're waiting to spill for him.

genuinely want to play wifey rn idk what's going on w me

[goldielox80]

MDNI 18+

stripper!reader x pope cody 🤍 i can’t shake this dynamic yall i cant lie. i wanna play with the idea of popey being a touch-me-not… selfishly writing this as someone who wants to get into pole work but is too scared to install one in their home (what if i break the ceiling)

also big love to my dancer babies if ur reading this🤲 yall are angels on earth! all feedback is welcome too because i don’t have any dancing experience myself! i literally just watched videos of my fav creator for research🥲

this will be more of a softcore blurb to set something up if yall like it :)

it was a typical friday night. the air thick with cigar smoke and sickly sweet hookah fumes. you’d make out today as usual, the regulars coming and going as the night flowed. but you don’t make as much as the other girls— on the account of you never dancing on the main floor. not that you don’t like it, in fact, you wish you could just dance instead of only private rooms. your dj just sucks and won’t play you what you’d really like. says it’s “too slow and fucks up the vibes.” whatever, you’re not gonna take an insult in taste from a guy who still plays tory lanez. you like that this club is one of the only ones that doesn’t force you to do a little bit of both— to music that you hate. so you do private dances, meaning only cash from one guy at a time (albeit hefty amounts) every couple of hours instead of maybe more from even more clients. it’s okay though, you love it here.

you get to be pretty with pretty girls and enjoy their pole work as they go up. plus, your bachelors degree seemed to mean zip once you moved out to california and frankly, closed mouths don’t get fed.

you start making your rounds now, hiking the sides of your thong up. it has ties on the sides so you pretend to fumble with it, “accidentally” letting one side loose so you can ask the guys at the booth you’re walking up to, if they can help you. really selling it, you “stumble” into the table letting your plush hip bump into the table.

“oh! im so sorry boys!” you say in a clipped chirp

the table jiggles a bit upon collision, their glasses clinking with the ice inside. you fake steady yourself with your free hand so you can lean a bit over the table. tilting your tits forward, they threaten to spill out your balconette.

“could one of you help me with this?”

looking up through your lashes, your heart drops. the booth you’ve sorrowfully stopped at is currently resident to all of the cody’s. baz, craig and deran stopped by frequently together. all separately having had their time with you before. great tippers, but baz thinks he can charm you into letting him be handsy, craig just gets crazy high and lays back, with deran being the most tame. pope you’ve only ever seen once or twice. he’s easily the scariest out of all of them but somehow that makes him the hottest. all the girls knew about pope like he was an old wife’s tale. he’s only with the other boys once in a blue moon and if he was, you could look but he’d never touch you. those auburn curls and broad figure could ruin the whole building. but he always just seemed to stare around. never asking for a dance from anyone. all he does is frown. that intrigues you. especially when he’s the one closest as you’re batting your eyes waiting for assistance.

the boys are leering at you now, except for him, who’s just staring plainly still. this starts to make you feel a bit insecure and silly now. why’s he the only one that doesn’t look interested? a spike of hurt twinges considering there’s nothing you wouldn’t give to ride that frown off his fa-

“pope why don’t you be a gentleman and help this little lady out?” baz taunts as he claps pope on the back.

pope looks down at this and rolls his shoulder. his brothers exchanging looks like school boys. pope’s tilting to looking up at you now, his eyes glaze to your breasts soooo briefly before shifting forward. motioning you to get closer, he flicks his index and middle finger towards him.

“cmere”

you swear you leaked just at that. your face heats at this realization, hoping he couldn’t possibly notice as he takes the strings you’re holding from your hands. his calloused fingers graze yours as you let go. his hands burning traces onto your hip where he works your bottoms into a perfect bow. you try not to focus on how you can feel wisps of his breathing on your side. when he’s done, he pulls it taught, running his hand softly over the knot before dropping it.

you think you could teeter over with a single push now. remembering you’re at work, your eyes rise from the floor addressing the four- three sets of hungry ones before you. brushing hair from your face to pull yourself together, you sigh

“any of you boys looking for a dance tonight?”

being that it’s a full table, you know that at least one of them will say yes. a cash grab guaranteed being the only perk of entertaining this booth. you just hope that it’s deran before baz tries to-

“yeah let’s go” pope drawls

you swear you misheard until he’s raising hand up ready for you to take it. before you even think of letting him change his mind, you clasp it softly. pulling him behind you eagerly swaying your ass with help of the tips of your heels. you don’t even need to look back to know that his brothers are gawking at eachother. you can almost hear craig’s laughter as he jeers at baz— who would have surely jumped the gun had the eldest not beat him to it. this is interesting. something attention-seeking blooming inside of you. curious. pope has barely been around here, let alone gotten a dance. you’re going to have fun with this one.

you open the door to the last room down. velvet seating lines one side of the room, scattered with pillows. light dancing all around as it plays through a chandelier above. there’s a pole in the back, right in front of the mirror spanning the whole wall.

“you can take a seat now baby” testing with a pet name as you let go of his hand to adjust the lights.

you spin back to pope now, still in his controlled form, staring. but a bit relaxed now, hands on his stomach clasped. slightly leaning back against the cushions. you could lick your lips at the sight. if he was so gentle tying your bottoms, you wonder how rough he could be in other situations. you chide yourself mid thought. you don’t know why you’re thinking like this. you’re at work, you’re working and he’s just a customer. you’ll dance and he’ll pay and then he’ll leave. you mentally roll your eyes— how boring that’d be for you.

you saunter over and straddle his thick thighs. they’re so big they practically have you full spread over them. you bring one hand to brace yourself on his shoulder, the other winding its way behind his neck, playing with the curls there.

“you ever have a dance before baby?” you lilt, you’re testing again.

he quietly shakes his head no.

“mkay, so this is how it’s going to work-“

you look down to pull his hands from his stomach and place them on your hips. you suck in your breath slightly as you feel his warm hands on your bare skin again. you “adjust” yourself better onto him scooting closer.

once you look up from the contact, you notice that it seems like he’s steeling himself a bit. his eyes still softened but now he’s chewing on his lip. oh.

“hey, we don’t have to touch if you don’t want to?” you almost whisper, moving your head down so you can level your eyes with his.

“i think i just want to watch you first, sweetheart”

god his voice. the gravelly soft hush makes you throb a little. and he called you sweetheart at that… you think this cody is already better than the others.

you lift yourself off of him and turn to put on some music. this is also why you enjoy your job, you get free rein over the aux in a private room. you click on one of your favorites, excited to use it for this occasion.

cherry by lana del rey floods the speakers.

you look in the mirror to see him already tracking as you glide to the pole. you’re unordinarily nervous now, feeling the need to impress. to give him his money’s worth. to be good for him.

you drag your toes into your step as you reach the small platform. you inhale sharply for composure as you grab the pole with both hands. bending over deeply, ass facing him, with your legs spread behind you. you hope he can’t see how needy you are through your thong. only making things worse for yourself— but better for the show— you bow more and free one hand to fall by your ankle and slowly drag up your leg, your thigh and then between until you’re drawing your hand over your now soaked cunt. you’re feeding off of the way you can feel his burning gaze in your peripheral of the mirror.

you snap up with one hand sliding up the pole, making your way around it once before dropping legs spread, pussy facing him. keeping eye contact with him now, you’re not as nervous. now you need him to see all of you. you start to bounce on your knees when he begins to draw his hand to a forming bulge. fuck.

you want to up the ante, so you rise next to the pole poking your ass out fully into the mirror grasping the pole with your right hand. you kick into a jump with your left hand catching the metal, your feet still in the air swirling around. pope’s hand is grinding into himself now. god.

“you’re so beautiful” he sighs continuing the slow hard pushes on his cock.

you can’t take this anymore, you think you need him right now. you make to step off the platform when you hear three loud bangs on the door making you jump. pope doesn’t even flinch but a scowl returns to his face.

“pope! we have to dip- now” its craigs voice behind the door. if rage could’ve set your skin ablaze you’d be on fire right now. but it seems pope isn’t that happy either as he stands, gruffly smoothing the front of his jeans. you mosey over to him now, thinking about how this would happen the one night he’s here.

“well it looks like you have to go huh” you frown— mainly for yourself.

he scratches at the back of his neck as he reaches into his back pocket.

“it’s okay,” he then steps close enough to steal your breath “we’ll just have to make up for it next time hm?” tilting his head, he places eight, hundred dollar bills in your hand without breaking eye contact. your eyes flick quickly between your hand and his and his plain expression as he makes for the door. he’s turning away grabbing the door handle when you stop him.

“hey! wait this isn’t-“

turning back and swiftly gripping your wrist he leans into your ear “trust me- that’s not even enough for you, baby” letting go and he’s gone.

[we-r-loonies]

pope cody who has a very complicated relationship with sex

pope cody who ends up crying when you sleep together. he doesn't know why— he doesn't know how to stop.

pope cody who often finishes early, at the beginning of your relationship, because he just can't help himself.

pope cody who's too rough, and has to be taught that intimacy doesn't have to be violent.

pope cody who isn't used to the gentleness you treat him with, isn't used to kind hands and kinder eyes.

[andrew-codys]

52 with pope?? boy is just so desperate for you

#52 "please, I'll finish fast"

For the entirety of your relationship, you've known that Andrew is a sub leaning switch. He doesn't do dominance. Not really. The closest he gets to it is occasionally telling you what to do.

You're happy with your sex life, but there's something about when he submits fully to you that you can't get enough of.

Andrew's bigger than you, in terms of muscle mass. Taller. Stronger. Imposing in his quiet, intense gazing way.

You'd struggled with your self esteem before him. But there's something deeply empowering about having him begging and pleading for you.

He's laying sideways on your big, comfortable bed, head in your lap as you play idly with his auburn curls.

His moans and whimpers are muffled by your nipple in his mouth, the soft skin of your breast as he sucks and licks at you.

The slight stubble he's growing feels nice against your sensitive skin, but you don't focus on your own arousal.

You've been edging him for the better part of an hour, the hand that isn't knitted into his curls wrapped around his thick, throbbing cock.

More than once, you've gotten him right there, right to the edge, and then stopped, lightly squeezing his shaft to prevent him from being able to cum.

Some men - most men - would take advantage of the sort of strength he has, flip you over and stuff you full of cock.

Not Andrew. Not even when you think you wouldn't mind if he did. Instead he lays there for you, sprawled out, freckled cheeks and equally freckled chest a little flushed as he whines, pulls away from your breast to look up at you with pleading eyes.

You look down at him; at the way he's left your nipples puffy and reddened from the way he's been desperately suckling on them.

"Aww, you're being so good for me, Andrew. Do you wanna cum?"

You coo at him; watch the way his hazel eyes darken with need.

"Please, I'll finish fast-" he begs you, raspy voice strained slightly with arousal.

You pout and hum, make a cute little show out of pretending to think about it, slowly, torturously, sliding your hand down the thick shaft of his cock, until you reach his balls, gently massaging them and making him whimper again.

God, he sounds so cute when he's all pent up like this. So desperate. You think that maybe letting go like this is good for him. Heals some part of him that wants to be kind and gentle and soft, instead of the razor sharp weapon that his family has honed him into.

Your hand glides back up the underside of his cock, fingertips tracing the thick vein that you can feel pulsing.

"Okay," you concede, as if you were actually considering anything but giving in. Whilst it's fun to edge him, to make him whimper and beg and try to buck his hips up, you love him too much to actually torment him for too long.

"Y-yeah?" He breathes, as if surprised by your agreement.

You wrap your fingers around him again; fuck, you love his cock, love the length and girth and the way he uses it. The thought has your pussy drooling, but you refuse to lose focus.

Once you've made him cum all over your hand and his toned abdomen, then you can ask him to eat you out. But in the meantime, you're in control.

"'s okay, honey," you tell him, give him long, languid strokes, building up to it, "I'm gonna let you cum this time. Gonna let you cum properly."

His cockhead is dripping precum, fat beads of it dripping down his shaft and coating your fingers, making it easier for you to stroke him.

"Mmmffff-" he whines, turns his head and tucks the closest nipple to his mouth back between his lips, dragging his teeth lightly over it before sucking gently, making you inhale softly.

Andrew knows you love this, knows how fucking sensitive your tits are, could spend hours just lying here in your lap, alternating between which nipple he laves attention over.

He flicks his tongue over the pebbled peak as you speed up the pace of your hand around his cock, making him react with a sound that's almost akin to a mewl.

"Oh, fuck, that's it," you gasp as he drags his teeth over your nipple again, pulls off with a lewd, wet pop as he ruts his hips up against your hand, "you've been so good for me, honey, go ahead, go ahead and cum for me-"

The moan Andrew gives you is obscene. Drawn out, desperate, his hips bucking wildly, thigh twitching as he cums, coats your hand and his abdomen in ropes and ropes of his spend.

He comes down slowly, shaking slightly from the intense high you've given him, the rush of adrenaline and endorphins.

"Holy shit," he breathes, sits up and runs his hand through his curls, then eyes you, sitting back on your knees with your thighs slightly spread.

Even in his dazed state, he can see how dripping wet you are.

"Mm, you did so good for me," you praise, "now, you gonna be kind to me and clean up the mess you made?"

Andrew doesn't need to be told twice. Gently, he pushes you backwards, settles himself between your thighs, uncaring for now about the mess he's made of himself, too eager to devour your soaked cunt.

After all. He likes being good for you.

written by andrew-codys 2026 / do not feed into AI.

[grimgasm]

☁️nursing handjob☁️

✶ pairing | andrew pope cody x f!reader ✶ word count | 406 ✶ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; praise kink, handjob, tit sucking, sub!pope?

masterlist | ao3 | inbox | requests, taglist, submissions: open

pope cody loves getting a handjob while suckling on your tits, his face in your lap and turned into the cradle of your body as his tongue stretches out to draw a pebbled nipple into his mouth. his lips rolling over the hardened bud before sealing nice and tight around your areola, lightly scraping his teeth across the peak.

plucking and playing as your pussy starts to ache, folds sticky as arousal gushes out to soak into the seat of your panties (that he'll be licking clean later).

shivers of pleasure crackling down your spine. warmth blooming behind your navel. meanwhile your wrist moves in a steady rhythm, the slick clicking of your hand stroking his heavy cock and the soft suction of his mouth loud and filthy in the otherwise silent room.

when you trace a nail along the vein running up the underside of his shaft, his hips kick up into your grip, stomach muscles rippling as he tenses. pre-cum drips from the flushed, spongy head in long, sticky strings that pool in the divot of his navel. a smothered whine vibrates his lips and you card a free hand through his curls, nails scraping at his scalp on the path to the nape of his neck where you rest your palm. a warm, reassuring weight.

he hums, nuzzling deeper into your embrace.

an eye cracks open, hazy and lust-blown; that pretty kerosene brown a thin ring swallowed by the black of his pupil. beads of sweat cling to his forehead, his flushed cheeks hollowing with every drag of his mouth. pretty as a picture.

you tap your finger on the weeping slit of his cockhead once, twice - watching as thin strings stretch like gossamer wings before breaking. his body twitches into you with every touch, his hips arching up, begging for more contact. more slick friction.

the pulls of his mouth increase in intensity until your nipple throbs with your heartbeat, raw bitten and abused. tight and achy and tingly like static dancing along your nerves.

"mm. you feeling good, baby?" you ask.

his lashes flutter. his tongue curls - a tender, apologetic sweep over spit soaked, puffy flesh. he manages a weak, "mhm," in the back of his throat.

"such a good boy, andrew." your thighs squeeze together, clit pulsing. one eye clenches shut as a particularly hard nip makes you wince. "fuck, think you can cum for me? wanna see you, baby."

feedback is always appreciated

[clawxmoon]

andrew cody who pretends he doesn't need anyone until one day he realizes you're the first person he actually looks for when he walks into a room. he never says it outright, but his eyes always find you first. if you're there, his shoulders loosen a little.

andrew cody who struggled with trust because of the way he grew up. it takes him a long time to fully let someone into his life, but once he does, he's fiercely loyal.

andrew cody who isn't naturally affectionate in front of other people, but the second you're alone with him he's always finding excuses to touch you. a hand on your knee. his arm draped over your shoulders. his fingers hooked through yours under a table. he needs constant proof that you're still there.

andrew cody who sleeps better when you're beside him. years of anxiety and bad memories keep him awake most nights, but somehow your presence quiets the noise in his head. he'll pull you against his chest and bury his face in your hair before falling asleep.

andrew cody who becomes almost painfully protective of you. not in a controlling way, but in a way that comes from fear. losing people terrifies him more than he'll ever admit. every time you come home late, he's pacing. every unanswered text sits in his mind until you reply.

andrew cody whose ocd tendencies get worse when he's stressed. he needs certain things organized a specific way, needs routines to stay predictable. at first he tries to hide it from you, embarrassed by how obsessive he can seem. but once he trusts you, he lets you see the parts of himself he usually keeps buried.

andrew cody who sometimes wakes up from nightmares convinced something terrible has happened. on those nights, he reaches for you immediately. your hand in his becomes an anchor. he'll sit there in the dark listening to your sleepy voice until his breathing slows again.

andrew cody who gets jealous easily but tries not to show it. he'll go quiet instead. his jaw tightens whenever someone flirts with you. later he'll casually ask, "you know that guy was hitting on you, right?" pretending he doesn't care nearly as much as he does.

andrew cody who melts whenever you play with his hair. he acts tough about everything else, but the second your fingers slide through his curls he's gone. eyes closed, leaning into your touch without even realizing it.

andrew cody who would never admit how much your praise affects him. growing up in the cody family means hearing criticism far more often than encouragement. so when you tell him you're proud of him, he goes strangely quiet and carries those words around for weeks.

andrew cody who softens around you in ways nobody else gets to see. the family knows him as unpredictable, intense, and dangerous. but with you, he's gentler. calmer. the version of himself he never thought he was allowed to be.

andrew cody who isn't great with grand romantic gestures. his version of love is consistency. showing up when he says he will, remembering important dates, helping when things get difficult, and staying loyal even when life gets messy.

andrew cody who becomes tense whenever his family drama starts affecting your relationship. he'd hate the idea of his partner being caught in the middle of conflicts they never asked to be part of.

andrew cody who stares at you when he thinks you aren't looking. not in a creepy way, just completely captivated. sometimes you'll catch him from across the room and he'll immediately glance away, rubbing the back of his neck like he wasn't just looking at you like you hung the moon.

andrew cody who kisses your forehead more than your lips. every time he walks past you. every time he leaves. every time he comes home. it's become such a habit that he doesn't even think about it anymore, automatically pressing a soft kiss against your skin before moving on with whatever he was doing.

andrew cody who absolutely loves having you in his lap. he'll pull you onto him while he's sitting on the couch, wrapping both arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. he could sit like that for hours, listening to you talk about absolutely anything.

andrew cody who loves lazy mornings with you more than anything. sunlight filtering through the curtains, your body curled against his, neither of you in any hurry to move. he'll brush your hair away from your face and just watch you wake up, looking softer than you've ever seen him.

andrew cody who loves when you're the one initiating affection. after years of feeling unwanted and misunderstood, every time you reach for him first it does something to his heart. a hug from behind while he's making coffee can improve his mood for the rest of the day.

andrew cody who whispers "come here" whenever you're standing too far away for his liking. then immediately wraps his arms around you the second you step closer, holding you against his chest like he hasn't seen you in weeks.

andrew cody who kisses you like he's trying to memorize you. one hand cupping your face, the other around your waist, holding you close enough to hear your heartbeat. afterward he'll rest his forehead against yours and stay there, eyes closed, completely content just being near you.

andrew cody who apologizes for things that aren't really his fault. years of carrying guilt have convinced him that every bad thing somehow traces back to him. sometimes you'll catch him saying "sorry" after having a nightmare or after a panic attack, and your heart breaks because he genuinely believes he's inconveniencing you.

andrew cody who occasionally wakes up before dawn and just watches you sleep. there's always this lingering fear in the back of his mind that he'll lose everything good in his life. so sometimes he lies there quietly, memorizing your face in the soft morning light.

andrew cody who hates arguing with you. even minor disagreements leave him unsettled for hours. if you go to bed upset, he won't sleep. he'll lie awake staring at the ceiling, replaying every word and convincing himself he's ruined everything.

andrew cody who sometimes asks, "you're not leaving me, right?" during vulnerable moments. never dramatically. never looking directly at you. just a quiet question slipped into the darkness when his fears get the better of him.

andrew cody who accidentally falls asleep holding onto your shirt after a particularly rough day. when you find him, his grip is still tight even in sleep, like some part of him is afraid you'll disappear if he lets go.

[southerngothchic]

do i clench my fists?

Andrew “Pope” Cody x fem!reader

content warnings: MDNI 18+, angst, dark themes, hurt/comfort, mentions of violence, allusions to sex, pope being rough with you, crying, whiney pope

summary: pope has been getting….violent again. here’s what happens when it slips through the cracks

word count: 595 (a little short blurb/one-shot thing)

hi lovelies, i’ve decided to go ahead and start posting some of my shorter blurbs/one shots while i continue to develop both of my bigger fics :))

This is the beginning of my series of blurbs/one-shots that are music based, so please go listen to do i clench my fists? by ridgeclub while reading!! <3

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andrew was regressing lately. his mind has been reverting back to his baser instincts that he learned in early childhood. how to fight. how to be ruthless. how to be angry. smurf was the one who trained him to be violent. he’d been her fighter, her baby boy, her executioner. all that energy and all those memories had nowhere to go…….so he’d been snapping at you recently. just here and there when he’d get overwhelmed. or he’d just go a day fully in his own mind, ignoring you completely while sitting and staring at nothing for hours on end. his brothers assured you this was normal for pope, that he just ‘does that sometimes’ but you could sense the anguish there that lingered beneath the surface.

it all came to a head that one night when pope came home so angry after a job gone wrong. always something to do with his idiot brothers. but he just seemed so angry. he slammed the door when he walked in which startled you as you watered your plants. when he spotted you the dark expression that clouded his face remained there, his eyes cold and distant. you knew it wasn’t him, your sweet andrew, but that lost little boy. like a kitten with his hackles raised. he closed the distance between you with a few strides and shoved you forcefully against the wall, gripping your hips so hard you were sure you’d bruise. andrew could get rough in bed, but this was something different. he was using all those emotions, all his pent up anger, and taking it out on you. he took and took and took from your mouth, your neck, your shoulders, leaving hickeys and teeth marks all over. he grabbed both your wrists and shoved them over your head, his grip remaining tight. too tight. his fingers dug into your wrists so hard, you were sure they’d leave angry red marks all over. it was all so fast, so rough, you couldn’t hide your wince at his grip. and that’s what snapped him out of it. he let go immediately, wrenching himself from your body with a shocked inhale. “andy?” your voice was small and wavered a bit which only sent him down a further spiral. he was so distraught and disgusted with himself as tears welled in his eyes, fists clenching and unclenching, sounding almost whiney “i-i’m so sorry baby. i didn’t mean to, i love you so much. baby…please..please….i didn’t mean to hurt you.” his last words nearly held back a sob. he looked so scared and pathetic.

You went to him, taking his face between your hands to steal his eyes back to yours. his face looked so young when he cried. his hands grabbed your hips, and you let him use your body as his anchor. you were his tether to reality in these moments. he pulled you close, pressing your foreheads together, noses touching, and mumbled sweet apologies between kisses all over your face. you smoothed your hands through his curls, whispering back “i know andy, i know,” as you wiped away the last of his tears and kissed him. and then you let him walk you down the hall, through the bedroom door, and let his hands wonder all over you. he fucked you so thoroughly, so apologetically, making you come over and over just to make it up to you while he kissed every red mark and bruise left on your delicate skin. you knew this is what you signed up for when you decided to love pope cody. wounded animals sometimes bite, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[kiraavi]

dating pope cody as a plus-size woman

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Contents: fem!reader, plus-size!reader, some nsfw/suggestive content.

Note: for one of the requests i got. i need this man so bad it's not even funny. I know in my heart of hearts that he would absolutely adore and treat a plus-size partner! He loves tummy, he loves curves, he loves rolls okay!! credit to @/saradika-graphics for the dividers.

⬩ Pope Cody who first meets you when you're working at your dad's hardware store. He was just stopping by to pick up something for a project, and there you were, stood behind the till. You weren't much help. No, you knew hardly anything about the supplies the store sold. You were just there to pick up a couple shifts, probably didn't know a phillips from a flathead. But you were kind and sweet and when you smiled at him it was like the whole world stopped around him. Maybe it wasn't love at first sight, but after that first meeting he couldn't get you off his mind.

⬩ Pope Cody who inadvertently memorizes your work schedule. It wasn't something he set out to do, but he picked up on your shifts, noted them down in the back of his mind. Usually the weekends from opening to close at six. So that's when he'd stop by, hoping to see you. And when he ran out of reasons to come back, he'd make some up—buy something he didn't really need in exchange for a few precious moments talking to you.

⬩ Pope Cody who fumbles one day when you ask him what he needs all the supplies for. It's a fair question—he visits so often, always grabbing something random off the shelves—but it catches him off guard and the truth spills from him, stuttered and poorly worded as he scratches the back of his neck. At first, you let out a gentle laugh, and he's never felt so conflicted. Caught halfway between the embarrassment that tints his cheeks pink and the way such a beautiful sound makes his heart flutter.

"I'm off at six," you say, "there's a diner down the road that makes a great milkshake."

⬩ Pope Cody who was never a huge fan of touch or PDA until he started dating you. Soon after though, he discovers that he has an innate need to be around you, close to you, touching you. There isn't a moment that passes where he isn't seeking out a point of contact. A hand at the small of your back, or resting on your thigh while he's driving, or slipping into yours. An arm curled around your waist, tugging you close, pressing a kiss to your temple.

⬩ Pope Cody who is not the least bit ashamed of you. You've dated your fair share of guys who act incredibly affectionate in private, but switch up the moment you're around their friends. Pope couldn't be more different. His affection doesn't waver, no matter who you're around. He's proud of you—feels lucky that you even give him the time of day—and he loves to show you off every chance he's given. You're his girl and he'd never try to hide it.

⬩ Pope Cody who is absolutely whipped for you. He's at your beck and call. You tell him to jump and he asks how high. Your back or feet are sore after standing all day, he's on standby with a bottle of lotion and some newly learned massage techniques. Something is broken, he's ready to dedicate hours to repairing it, whether it be the kitchen faucet or engine troubles.

⬩ Pope Cody who spares no dime on whatever you want. New clothes, a pedicure, reservations and dinner at a restaurant you'd offhandedly mentioned last week. He loves to spoil you, and he is well within his means to do so. He sees no reason not to, even though you still try to deny him sometimes. As far as he's concerned you deserve the world and then some.

⬩ Pope Cody who goes crazy for you in low-rise jeans. The way your love handles pour over the waistband. The swell of your stomach barely contained. He finds it so fucking hot. Wearing them is a surefire way to get him all riled up, especially when he catches onto the fact that you've started wearing them more often for that express purpose. So as much as he loves them on you, they rarely last long before he's trying to get them off you.

⬩ Pope Cody who is obsessed with your tummy. It's his favourite place to rest his head when you're cuddling. He could spend hours tracing the stretchmarks spider-webbed across the skin there. It's also his favourite place grab while you're fucking. He just can't help himself after watching the soft rolls of your tummy jiggle with each thrust. He can't resist grabbing up handfuls.

⬩ Pope Cody who appreciates all the differences between you. You're soft and supple where he is rough and jagged around the edges. To him, your body is the height of femininity. It's something to be worshipped, pampered, and treated with absolute respect. He's not normally one for many words, but he never misses an opportunity to compliment you.

⬩ Pope Cody who loves to have you on top of him. It gives him the perfect vantage point of all your curves and rolls. On a couple occasions he's had to beg you to sit on his face. You looked doubtful, but he's strong and he can handle all of you. He could spend hours between your legs if you'd allow him, smothering himself in your cunt until he runs out of air.

⬩ Pope Cody who wants to marry you some day. It occurs to him one evening, laying in bed with you snuggled up to him. The day hadn't been eventful or anything. You ran some errands earlier and ordered in, but he can't imagine sharing his life with anyone else. And even if there's times where he feels he's undeserving of your love, he would like to be selfish just this once.

[laymedowntosleep13]

~Mine to Keep Pt 4-

*Andrew Pope Cody/F!reader*

(Please go to my page to read first 3 parts)

Summary: Pope starts spending more time with Amy for the church job causing rift between the two of you, you also start working for Deran at the bar.

Warnings: Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Explicit sexual content including vaginal fingering oral sex m receiving and f receiving, unprotected pinv, cream pie, semi public sex, drug use, alcohol consumption, soft dom pope if you squint, brief religion mentions, feminine reader with blonde hair briefly mentioned, physical violence, physical and verbal abuse, canon Smurf behaviour (I will apologize in advance if I missed anything I am new to this)

Notes: Hey friends!! Sorry for the late post but I hope you are all able to find it all the same. This will be my last prepared part, the rest of the story is unwritten as of right now but their story is not over I have just not had the time to write it. I hope you all enjoy this next part and leave me some love in the comments ❤️

Word count: 6.2K

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Pope gets to the beach where Deran and Craig are waiting for him. They’re sitting at a picnic table and greet Pope as he approaches them. “This better be fuckin good I have other places I’d rather be” he grumbles.

Craig rolls his eyes “don’t worry I’m sure Scout will be happy to spread her legs for you again when you get home” he jokes.

Pope glares at Craig not amused at all “Watch your fucking mouth” he growls at Craig.

Craig scoffs “Learn how to take a joke man”

Deran sighs looking to the sky “Craig can you shut the fuck up before I have to peel you off the ground.”

Pope fists his hands at his side “Why the fuck am I here?” He grinds out.

Deran looks at the ground rubbing a hand over his mouth. “I need cash, like now” he mumbles out.

Pope pins him with a glare “you called me out here to ask for money?” He scoffs “what the fuck do you need money for?”

Craig rolls his eyes at Pope “Can you be chill for like 30 seconds?” He asks him.

Deran looks Pope in the eye with a serious expression “look this isn’t something stupid like a party or some stupid purchase ok?” Pope motions for him to continue “I want to buy a bar, I already put some cash down on it but I’m $16,000 short and they need the money now” Deran explains “I can’t wait until after church job I don’t have that kind of time”

Pope rubbed the back of his neck as he looked out at the waves. Part of him was pissed that his brothers took him away from you. The other part is proud that his little brother wanted to take a step for himself. He thought about the food truck he had been staking out for a while, he had been planning to pull that on his own but it would be a helluva lot more easy with two helpers.

“I might have an idea” Pope tells his brothers.

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The job didn’t go as they expected. They hadn’t expected the two drivers to pull out guns and start shooting. They somehow still managed to pull it off with no injuries.

Pope, Deran and Craig sat at a picnic table on the beach with the cash box from the food truck and a 6 pack between them. Pope was meticulously counting the money.

Deran watched anxiously as Pope counted the money. “So what’s the final count?” He asked.

Pope splits the money between them “total comes out to just over 20 grand” Derans face falls as he counts his share “You’re gonna take my share and pay for the damn bar” Pope tells him.

Deran looks over at Pope with his mouth agape “I can’t just take your split”

“You’re going to and then you can pay me back after the church job” Pope shrugs.

Craig tosses his share into the pile “You’re going to take all of it so we can get this kick ass bar up and running” he tells Deran with a grin.

Deran looks away from his brother’s blinking back tears “Thank you” he says gruffly.

Pope stands from the bench clapping Deran on the shoulder “Now if we’re done with this sentimental shit I have a girl I’d like to get home to” he tells them.

Deran scratches behind his ear awkwardly “Um aren’t you supposed to be meeting that church girl for bible study tonight?” He reminds Pope.

Pope glances at his watch quickly checking the time cursing. “Yah I guess I do” he shoves his hands in his pockets looking at Deran “if you see Scout can you tell her how sorry I am and I will be home later” he asks.

Craig speaks up before Deran has a chance “Don’t worry man if she’s upset I will personally make sure she has a shoulder to cry on” he jokes.

Deran rolls his eyes “Seriously dude at this point I am not going to stop him from drowning you” he tells Craig dryly. “I’ll make sure to head over to the house and hang out with her for a while so she’s not alone with Smurf all night” he says to Pope.

Pope nods “Thanks” he mumbles to Deran and then turns and heads towards his truck to leave for the absolute last place he wants to be.

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You’ve been puttering around the house all afternoon since Pope left. Your main focus has been avoiding Smurf and her judgemental eyes.

You’re sitting out by the pool scrolling through your phone when you hear Deran and Craig come through the gate.

Deran sits on the lounger next to you and offers you the lit joint he’s been smoking; you shake your head declining. “Scout for what I’m about to tell you, you don’t wanna be completely sober please take it” Deran tells you with a small smile.

You warily take the joint out of his hand taking a small puff it had never been something you really enjoyed partaking in. “What’s going on that you need me to be high to tell me?” You ask suspiciously. You look over at Craig and see the barely contained glee on his face. You narrow your eyes further “Deran?”

Deran takes the joint back taking a long drag. “Ok so Pope sends his apologies but he couldn’t come home because he has bible study with that church chick tonight” he says quickly.

Your heart drops into your stomach, you had forgotten about that. You snatched the joint out of Derans hand taking a long drag and holding it in your lungs. You close your eyes as you breathe out the smoke trying to keep your head clear. Logically you know he’s only doing what he has to but you can’t help that small part of you that wonders if he likes her.

Craig nudges your leg and you look over at him “Hey, he’s only doing this to get info for the job right? You should have seen his face when he remembered he had to go there instead of come home to you” he tells you softly.

You let a small smile cross your face “Really?” You ask Craig.

Craig grins at you “Are you kidding? The guy is down bad for you” his grin widens “plus I bet you’re willing to do a lot more dirty stuff than any church girl” he says.

You roll your eyes at him “And here I thought we were having a moment”

Craig laughs “In all seriousness though if you need comfort I’m here for you dollface” he says holding his arms out.

Deran wipes a hand down his face “Jesus fucking Christ dude at this point I’m hoping Pope punches you in the face”

You laugh at them feeling lighter. The three of you stay like that for the rest of the evening smoking and laughing. It’s a welcome distraction from your spiralling thoughts.

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You lay in bed that night staring at the ceiling. It’s late you still haven’t heard from Pope and that ugly feeling is starting to crawl into your gut again. What if he changed his mind? What if he decided to listen to Baz?

Your mind is racing when your bedroom door clicks open and you see Popes profile fill the doorway. “Hey baby” he whispers “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you”

You sit up shaking your head “you didn’t” you tell him. He sits next you on the bed taking your hand in his rubbing soft circles with his thumb. “How was bible study?” You ask him quietly.

He shrugs not looking at you “it was fine I guess” he looks down at you brushing the hair from your face “I would have much rather been here with you” he says smiling down at you sweetly.

You try to smile back but all you can think about is how he spent his last several hours. “How is it going with the church girl?” You ask “She in love with you yet?”

His smile falls “you know it’s not like that, she’s been friendly that’s all” even to his own ears his tone is unconvincing. “She did invite Lena and me to some kind of baseball game for kids though” he tells you without looking at you.

You roll your eyes “She’s definitely into you Andy you don’t have to pretend she’s not for my sake” you say irritated.

Pope looks over at you his eyes hardening “I told you I wouldn’t do what Baz wanted, this game could just be nice for Lena to play with other kids” he explains.

You chew the inside of your cheek trying to keep yourself calm. You know you can trust him, you know he loves you but you’ve also been hurt before by pretty words and lies. “It’s fine Pope” you tell him flatly “we need her to trust you so do what you have to do” you shrug feigning indifference “it’s not like we’ve labelled what we’re doing here anyways right?”

Pope looks at you sharply hurt flashing in his eyes “So what then Scout?” He asks angrily “We haven’t labelled this so you’re good if I go out with her?” He stands pacing the room “You’re good If I touch her the way I touch you?” He bites out.

You sit in your bed with your knees tucked to your chest as you watch him pace. “That’s not what I meant-“ you start.

“Then what the fuck did you mean?” He asks you in a strained voice. “Because I thought it was pretty fucking clear what we were doing here”

You can feel a knot tightening in your throat as your chin starts to wobble “I just don’t want to be a distraction or a problem” you tell him quietly. “I don’t want to be the reason Baz or Smurf lash out at you” you feel a tear track down your cheek and you wipe it away quickly.

You bury your face in your knees feeling pathetic. Pope stops pacing breathing heavily. He walks to the bed and drops to his knees so he is eye level with you. “Look at me.” He demands in a low voice. You look over at him wiping your eyes. “I am going to make this very clear so there is no doubt about what we are doing here do you understand?” You nod meekly. “You. Are. Mine.” He rasps out “There is no one else and there will not be anyone else” you open your mouth to interrupt him but he stops you with his hand “I love you Scout that’s all there is to it” he continues “Call me your boyfriend, your partner whatever fucking label you want to put on it. But this-“ he gestures between the two of you “Is as real as it gets and I’ll be damned if it gets fucked up over a job”

You let a watery smile come over your face as you lean down and press a kiss to his lips. You press your forehead to his letting the fact that he really is yours sink into your bones “I love you so much Andy” you whisper.

He wipes the tears from your cheeks and presses a soft kiss to your forehead “I know baby” he whispers back. He strokes his hand down your hair as you yawn the anxiety in your veins finally settling “I should let you get some sleep” he mutters.

You grab his hand holding him there “Don’t go” you say softly “Stay with me” he looks down at you and nods and starts to pull off his clothes. He climbs into bed behind you wrapping his arms around you pressing soft kisses to your shoulder and neck.

You feel your heart rate beginning to slow as sleep starts to take over. “Good night Andy” you whisper.

Pope presses a final kiss to your head tightening his arms around you “Good night Scout”

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The next few weeks passed in a blur. They continued to plan the church job and you kept trying to not think of Popes role in the job. Every week after bible study or having to spend any amount of time with Amy, Pope would come home and crawl into your bed holding you tight. If it was a night where he was feeling particularly guilty about his role he would wake you with his face between your legs.

You had been spending a lot of time with Deran helping him get the bar ready. It helped you keep your mind off things and get you out of the house. You were currently hauling cases of liquor behind the bar and Craig was being incredibly unhelpful as always.

“Dude think about it we can throw the sickest parties here now” Craig was saying.

Deran rolled his eyes “This is going to be a legit business Craig not just somewhere for you to party.”

You chuckle listening to the two of them bicker when Deran turns to you “You want an actual job?” He asks you.

You look up startled “You offering?”

Deran shrugs “Pope has been insisting on you staying out of jobs for and I quote your own safety and I know you need something to do with your time and I need a bartender” he explains.

You think it over for exactly half a second “Sold! you good sir have a Bar Tender” you wanted to be able to have your own income stream without Smurf.

Deran smiles at you “Cool at least I’ll have an employee I can trust”

At that moment Pope walks through the door of the bar “You hire someone?” He asks Deran.

You turn towards him with a flourish “He has just hired the most stunning bar tender in California” you say grinning from ear to ear.

Pope stands on the other side of the bar from you his face emotionless “You’re gonna bar tend here?” He asks gruffly.

Your smile falters “I mean yeah…I could use the money” you say confusion lacing your tone “is that not ok with you?” You ask placing your hands on your hips.

Pope shrugs “If you need money you can just ask I’ll take care of you, you don’t have to work for Deran”

You can feel irritation bubbling under your skin “So I should just be a good house wife in the 50’s?” You ask him sarcastically “Stay home and wait around for you?”

Popes jaw clenches “That’s not what I meant” he grinds out “I just meant you don’t have to resort to flirting with customers and pouring drinks to make money”

Your eyes flare with anger “Is that what this is about?” You ask “You’re worried about guys flirting with me?”

Pope lets out a frustrated breath “Yeah maybe that’s part of it” he admits.

“Well you know I have just been having the best time while you’ve been doing god knows what with your church bitch” you snap.

Hurt flashes in Popes eyes and you realize you let your anger get the best of you. Deran chooses this moment to get between the two of you “Ok I think a break is needed here you both need to cool down” he says looking between the two of you.

Craig grabs Popes shoulder pushing him out the door while Deran directs you to his office in the back. You sit on the couch and put your face in your hands feeling the tears burning in the back of your throat. Deran sits on the coffee table across from you leaning forward with his arms braced on his knees. “You wanna tell me what the fuck that little outburst was?” He asked.

You shake your head running your hands through your hair. “I don’t even know” you shrug “He was just being such a jealous ass after I have put up with this Amy thing for weeks and I guess I just snapped”

Deran gives you a long look “you know there’s nothing going on there” he tells you “the job is tomorrow and then it’s done he never has to see her again after that”

You nod silently as Craig and Pope walk into the room. Pope has his hands in his pockets looking down at his shoes. Craig looks between the two of you “Can we leave you two to talk or should we be concerned about having to clean up a body?” He asks.

Pope pins him with a glare. Deran glances over at you “You good here?” He asks.

“Yeah” you reply softly.

Deran and Craig leave the room closing the door behind them. You stay seated on the couch with your hands in your lap not looking at Pope.

Pope comes and takes the place where Deran had been sitting. “Can we talk about this?” He asks softly.

“I’m sorry” you blurt out.

Popes brow furrows “why are you sorry?” He asks confused.

“For snapping at you about Amy I know it’s just a job and you come home to me every night” you shrug “I’m just being insecure and stupid”

Pope moves to sit beside you taking your hands in his “Don’t apologize for what you said” he says “and you’re not being insecure and stupid” he takes a deep breath “if it was the other way around I would have snapped a lot faster than you did” he lets a bashful smile come across his face.

You let a small smile out “I just want you to trust me to be able to look after myself working for Deran” you explain.

He lets a breath hiss through his teeth “it’s not that I don’t trust you” he explains “I don’t trust anyone else to look after you including Deran”

You look him in the eye “I don’t need you to look after me Pope” you tell him “I can look after myself, please I am begging you to try to trust me to do this on my own” you implore.

He lets out another frustrated breath “I’m going to try” he says gruffly “I can’t promise I’ll be good at it but I promise I’m gonna do my best to try”

You smile at him “That’s all I ask”

He smiles back at you “are we good?”

“Yah baby we’re good” you tell him your smile growing.

“Good” he says leaning forward capturing your lips with his own kissing you deeply and pulling you into his lap.

You wind your fingers through his hair returning his kiss enthusiastically. You straddle his lap as his hands splay across your thighs fingers dipping under your dress.

Deran and Craig choose this moment to come bursting back into the room. “Not on my couch” Deran says rolling his eyes.

Craig snickers “Awe they made up”

You climb off Popes lap as he adjusts himself in his jeans. “I fucking hate you both” he grumbles.

Craig bats his eye lashes “If I put on a pretty dress like Scout will you love me?” He pouts.

Pope scowls at him pushing past him back into the bar as you stifle a giggle. Pope looks back at you “don’t encourage him” he scolds.

You smile at him as you press a kiss to his cheek walking past to him to continue stocking the bar. He watches you go and grabs Derans shoulder as he tries to walk past him “If anything happens to her on your watch I will break your fucking kneecaps understand?” He says lowly to Deran.

Deran looks at him a serious expression on his face and nods slowly. Pope releases his shoulder giving him a rough pat before walking away.

Deran watches as Pope walks over to you his face softening in a way he’s never seen as you smile at him. Craig walks up behind Deran “God help the poor bastard that ever tries to take her away from him” he mutters.

Deran meets Craig’s eyes a silent understanding passing between them. They would never let that happen. They would help Pope burn the world to the ground first.

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The day of the church job had come and everyone was on edge. Pope was already gone with Amy securing his alibi. You were walking through the halls of New Canticle with Baz and J flanking you, your job was to play distraction should it be needed.

The three of you walk into the sermon and the Pastor is hyping everyone up over how much the fundraiser had made. Over $400,000. You and Baz share a smirk knowing this job will set you up for a while. You can see Pope and Amy further down the aisles and it takes everything in you not to take Amy down by her blonde hair when she throws her arms around him in celebration. Baz puts an arm around your shoulder “Last time you’re doing great” he whispers in your ear.

Pope glances back towards the three of you catching your eye and you cock an eyebrow at him. He raises one shoulder in half a shrug and mouths “I love you” to you. You feel your cheeks heat and you duck your head hiding your smile.

“You two are gross” J mutters looking at you with a smirk. You nudge him with your shoulder and smile. It’s at that moment the three of you feel your phones buzz with a text from Deran. You look up just as Pope walks past you to leave to the bathrooms. Baz and J follow him out a few moments later.

You stay put watching Amy. You know it’s not her fault she has no idea about you or about any of this. It doesn’t stop that ugly jealousy from twisting in your gut though. After a few more moments you head out in the direction the boys had gone to watch the bathroom door. You stay motionless around the corner to easily alert them of anyone coming before they reach the door. It doesn’t take long before you see Pope emerg alone.

He catches your eye around the corner walking quickly towards you. “They ok?” You ask. He nods pulling you with him into one of the dark spots they had noticed on the cameras. “Pope what are you doing?” You whisper. He presses your back against the wall kissing you fiercely. You moan into his mouth startled at his ferocity. You break away from him “Baby what is happening right now?” You ask him eyes wide.

He spins you around so your chest is pressed against the wood and presses his chest against your back “Right now my girl is looking so damn good in this dress and I’m wanting to fuck her right here right now, that ok with you?” He rasps. You let out a small whimper and nod. “Good” he breathes “because the idea of you sitting through the rest of the sermon with my cum dripping down your legs is so fucking hot”

He pushes your dress up exposing the lace panties hugging the curves of your ass. Pope buries his face into the crook of your neck biting and sucking making you whimper and whine as he grinds his erection into your ass. He brings his hand up collaring your throat putting slight pressure on your vocal cords “You gotta be quiet baby we’re in a church” he whispers his breath hot in your ear.

Pope kicks your feet apart pushing himself between your legs and bending you forward slightly so your hands are plastered on the wall. You hear his belt buckle coming undone and the zipper of his jeans as he pulls your panties to the side. He runs his cock through your slick rubbing the head against your clit making you bite your lip as you try to hold back your moan. He lines himself up to your entrance and sinks into you in one thrust groaning as he seats himself fully. “Fuck baby you’re a fucking dream” he whispers. Your breath becomes erratic as he snaps his hips into you hitting that sweet spot inside you over and over again. “Reach down and play with that needy little clit baby we gotta be quick” Pope grunts out.

You reach between your legs rubbing your clit in small circles. Your legs begin to shake as you can feel your climax building. Popes thrusts become rough and erratic as your walls begin to flutter around him. “Fuck you’re close aren’t you baby I can feel you squeezing me” he rasps out. His words spur you on as you rub circles faster and feel your orgasm crash into you like freight train.

You cover your mouth as you cry out. You feel Popes hips stutter as thrusts inside you falling over the edge with you. You feel Popes cock pulse inside you as he fills you to the brim. He pulls out slowly and you whine at the loss of him. He slides his fingers inside you pushing his cum back inside you and you whimper “Such a good girl for me” he whispers “you look so good leaking my cum” he fixes your underwear and dress and spins you around kissing you long and deep.

“I love you” you breathe out.

“I love you so damn much” he replies. “Now get back to the sermon I’ll follow in a minute” he kisses you once more and you take off in the opposite direction back to the sermon.

You take your place again as the sermon is wrapping up and Pope follows behind you shortly after and taking his place back beside Amy. She smiles at him as he stands beside her putting her hand on his arm. You feel a self satisfied smirk come across your face you feel Popes cum drip down your thigh. For once you actually feel bad for Amy.

After the sermon ends you make your way down the hall back to your car. “Excuse me!” A voice calls down the hall.

You turn and see Amy waving you down with Pope slowly trailing behind her. Your eyes widen, had she seen the two of you together? “Can I help you?” You ask in what you hoped was a bright voice bringing a fake smile to your face.

She hands you your car keys you hadn’t even realized they had fallen out of your pocket. “Here I think you dropped these” she says to you with a small smile on her face.

“Oh wow thank you so much I didn’t even realize I dropped them” you say to her with as much sincerity as you can muster.

“It’s not a problem. Are you new to the congregation?” She asks “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before”

You quickly glance at Pope behind her as you come up with a cover story “Actually tonight was my first time, I’ve been debating about finding a new church and I was at the fundraiser today and decided to check this place out” you tell her.

She gives you a big smile “Well welcome!” She says extending her hand you take it lightly in yours “My name is Amy and this is my good friend Andrew he’s actually new here as well” Pope smirks behind Amy and comes forward extending his hand you take it in yours and your cunt pulses feeling his calluses knowing where his hands were less than an twenty minutes ago. You shift pressing your thighs together and you can still feel Pope dripping out of you and it makes your breath hitch.

You introduce yourself and Popes smirk becomes more pronounced as he steps back watching you shift your legs uncomfortably. “It’s really nice to meet you both but I really have to get going” you say extricating yourself from the interaction.

Amy smiles at you again “It was so nice to meet you too and don’t be a stranger ok?”

You nod smiling high tailing it out the front door. You practically run to your car and check your phone. You have a message from Pope.

“I bet it felt good meeting her while having my cum running down your thighs. It made me so fucking hard just thinking about it”

You drop your phone in your lap your cheeks burning and you end up just laughing hysterically. Your phone starts buzzing and you see Deran is calling you so you answer “what’s up is everything ok?”

“Why are you laughing like a hyena alone in your car?” He asks.

You look around and see the van you had “borrowed” for the job parked across the lot. “Um don’t worry about it” you say giggling a little.

“What took you so long getting out of there?” Deran asks.

“Uuuummm…..” you hedge.

“Scout.” Deran says dryly.

“I met Amy” you say wincing.

“You did what?!” Deran says loudly.

“I didn’t do it on purpose I swear!” You exclaim “I dropped my keys and she caught me as I was leaving and gave them back to me” you explain.

“Was Pope with her?”

You wince again “Yes he was but I don’t think she suspected anything”

“Fucking christ Scout” Deran says exasperated “is that why you were laughing?”

You bite your lip fighting back another laugh “in a way yes”

Deran groans “Do I want to know?”

“About your brother fucking me senseless in a hallway during a church sermon?” You ask “Probably not”

“Well fantastic now I have to burn my ears” Deran deadpans. You laugh into the phone. “Get out of here Scout, we’ll meet you back at the house when we’re done”

“You got it captain” you tell Deran hanging up the phone.

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You’re still waiting at the house hours later when you finally hear the boys come crashing through the door. “Scout!” You hear Baz call out in a panicked voice.

You run out to the kitchen where you see J sitting a chair with his leg soaked in blood. “What the hell happened?” You ask.

“He got caught in the vent ripped up his leg good it needs stitches” Baz explains.

You’re already gathering supplies and setting up the first aid station at the table. Deran claps J on the shoulder “You’re gonna be fine kid Scouts got the steadiest hands out of all of us”

“You ever had stitches before J?” You ask looking up at him. His breathing is laboured as he shakes his head. “Ok I’m not gonna lie to you it’s not gonna feel fantastic without freezing but I promise I will go as fast as I can as gently as I can” you look over at the two brothers “One of you go raid Smurf or Craig’s stash for something for the pain.”

J’s eyes go wide “No no I don’t want-“ he starts in a panicked voice.

“Hey” you say in a soft voice “it’s ok it won’t be anything crazy just something to take the edge off I promise I wouldn’t let them give you something that could hurt you” you tell him. You know how scared he is because of what happened to his mom and you completely understand.

He lets out a breath and nods. Baz comes back with a bottle of Vicodin and you pop out two handing them to J. He swallows them without hesitation and you set to work. After you’ve sterilized the wound and have begun your stitches J’s breathing has begun to even out. “You’re doing great J” you tell him “Way better than either of your uncles they just squirm the entire damn time” you joke smiling up at him.

He lets out a dry chuckle and Deran says “Yah laugh it up wait until it’s a bullet she’s digging out of your leg”

You smile to yourself when Baz re-enters the kitchen “Has anyone heard from Pope?”

Deran shakes his head and looks at you “what about you church slut?” He asks.

You bark out a laugh and Baz looks at the two of you in confusion “Church slut?”

Deran runs a hand down his face “trust me man I didn’t want to know just leave it alone”

Baz shakes his head at the two of you and it makes you laugh harder “Stop making me laugh you jackasses I’m trying to concentrate. My phone is on the counter you can check it but If he’s still with Amy he won’t risk messaging me” you tell them.

Baz grabs your phone off the counter checking it for texts. “You do have one” he says looking over at you and opening the text thread. “Holy fucking Christ!” He exclaims throwing your phone down.

You jump and J winces “shit I’m sorry J” you say softly. “What the fuck Baz?” You ask.

He grabs a handle of vodka from the cabinet taking a swig from it. “Well let’s just say I understand the church slut reference now” he croaks out around the burn of the vodka.

Your cheeks burn as a chuckle slips from your lips. You finish up the last couple of stitches on J’s leg and bandage it. “Ok you should be good but don’t get it wet and if it starts to swell or gets red you have to go to the hospital ok?” You tell J.

J nods his eyes glassy from the Vicodin. You and Deran help him to his bed and lay him down and he passes out instantly.

Pope chooses that moment to make an appearance. He sees all of the first aid supplies on the table and asks gruffly “What the fuck happened?”

Baz leans against the counter and recounts the tale of the night and how J got hurt. Pope sits there listening quietly. When Baz finishes Pope says “I was still with Amy when she got the call that the safe is gone. She said they have no suspects.”

Baz nods “That’s good means everything went ok”

You come around the corner from J’s room then and see Pope and you can’t help the smile that comes across your face. He walks over to you and pulls you into a hug and you press your face into his chest and inhale his scent. Except you smell more than his scent. You also smell perfume.

You step back suddenly and he looks down at you confused. You look up at him “Why do you smell like perfume?” You ask suspiciously.

He shifts on his feet uncomfortably his hands fidgeting as they do when he’s nervous. “I was still with Amy when she got the call the money was gone and she was upset. I comforted her. That’s all.” He explains looking down at his feet.

“That’s all?” You ask him flatly.

He still refuses to meet your eyes “yeah” he mutters.

You can sense he’s lying. He has an air of guilt around him. Something more happened that he’s not wanting to say. “What aren’t you telling me Andrew?” You ask in a hard voice.

He lets out a sad sigh. “Ok so she was upset and I hugged her to comfort her and she misread the situation” he explains finally looking at you.

You feel a sour feeling spread through your stomach “What exactly does that mean?” You ask dangerously quiet.

He looks down at his feet again the muscle in his jaw ticking. “She kissed me. I stopped it.” He croaks out.

You hear Deran and Baz both let out noises of surprise and pain on Popes behalf. You whirl on them “Are you still here?” You snap at them.

Baz raises his hands in surrender as he walks out to the backyard while Deran just looks at you with sad eyes as he follows. Pope grabs your hand bringing it to his chest “I am so fucking sorry Baby” he chokes out.

You feel tears pricking the back of your eyes “Were you going to tell me if I didn’t ask?” You ask him your voice breaking.

He nods quickly “yes” he says “yes I swear to you I was going to I just didn’t know how” he pulls you closer to him cupping your face in his hands “Baby I love you and I am so sorry and I promise you it will never happen again and I will never see her again” he tells you his voice shaking.

You sniffle nodding and tucking yourself into his chest. He lets out a relieved breath wrapping his arms around you tightly. “I love you so fucking much Scout, I am so sorry for all of this” he whispers into your hair.

“I know Andy” you whisper back “I love you too”

Baz walks back into the kitchen rolling his eyes at you “watching you two gives me fucking whiplash” he grumbles grabbing beers from the fridge.

Neither one of you bother responding to him, choosing instead to stay in the quiet moment where for the time being you can pretend only the two of you matter.

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~Mine to Keep Pt 3~

*Andrew/F!reader*

(Please go to my page to read parts 1&2)

Summary: The Cody’s are planning the church job and you are doing your best to not lose your mind over Pope spending time with a blonde church worker.

Warnings: Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Explicit sexual content including vaginal fingering oral sex m receiving and f receiving, unprotected pinv, cream pie, drug use, alcohol consumption, soft dom pope if you squint, brief religion mentions, feminine reader with blonde hair briefly mentioned, physical violence, physical and verbal abuse, canon Smurf behaviour (I will apologize in advance if I missed anything I am new to this)

Notes: Hi babies!!!! Welcome to part 3! I haven’t decided how many parts this going to be but forgive me if it takes longer for the next few to come out I have been working on this for a long time and it was easy to break it up into about 4 parts but the story still isn’t finished. As always be kind in the comments and thank you all for your support ❤️

Word count: 5K

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A short while later you finally joined the rest of his family sitting outside having lunch. You sit next to Pope and he immediately grips your hand tightly.

Smurfs eyes travel from your intertwined hands to the marks Pope left on your skin slightly peeking out from your neckline. “Well” she drawls “this is new” her eyes narrow on you in contempt.

Baz scoffs “C’mon Smurf anyone with eyes could see this coming leave it alone”

Pope is completely still beside you refusing to meet anyones eyes. “I’m using the money from this job to buy my own place” he states suddenly “And I’m taking Scout with me”

You look over at him sharply. You haven’t even been on a date and he wants you living with him? You stare at him unsure what to say. When Smurf speaks up “No I don’t think you will be” she says firmly.

You freeze in your seat. The tension is thick around the table. “And why the fuck can’t she come with me Smurf?” Pope asks dangerously quiet tapping his fingers against the table.

Smurf glares at him. “She’s better off here. You’re not ready for a live in girlfriend.”

Pope levels her with a dark look “and who the fuck are you to decide that?” He sneers.

Smurf takes a sharp breath “I am your mother Andrew. I know you better than anyone.” She tells him in her fake sweet voice.

You can’t take the tension anymore “It’s fine” you blurt out “I’ll stay here it’s not a big deal” you look down at your hands in your lap refusing to meet Popes eyes.

You can feel Popes eyes on you as he shoves his chair back knocking it over and stomping away. You fight the urge to run after him and tell him you want to go with him but you know that will only make it worse with Smurf.

Deran looks at Smurf furiously “why the fuck did you do that?” He asks her angrily “why can’t you just let him have something for himself?”

Smurf gives Deran a bored look standing from the table “Scout clear the table please” she says over her shoulder walking away.

You stand starting to grab plates and untouched food when Craig grabs your wrist stopping you “Stop. We got this. Go after Pope before he does something stupid” he tells you gently.

You nod trying to swallow back the knot in your throat. You walk into the garage and see Pope reorganizing cabinets and tossing garbage into bins harder than necessary. You take a deep breath rubbing your hand up and down your arm.

“Andy?” You ask in a small voice. He pauses what he’s doing for a second barely glancing at you before he continues on. You let a breath out “Andy please talk to me” you plead.

He leans forward holding onto the counter you can see his knuckles turning white from hard he is gripping the edge. “Staying here would be better than living with me?” He asks you gruffly.

“No Andy I didn’t say that-“ you started.

“You didn’t have to” he interrupts in a gravelly voice. He pushes off the counter grabbing a wrench and throwing it across the garage as hard as he can. You flinch at the loud crash. Pope breathes heavily “I get it I’m fucked up why would you want to stay with me” he says miserably.

You march over to him and take his face in your hands and tries to pull away “No you look at me Andrew Cody” his eyes slowly slide to yours “I meant what said” you tell him seriously “I love you more than anything, but Smurf is going to make this as difficult as possible” you watch as he clenches and unclenches his jaw “if we give her the illusion that she has some form of control over our relationship she will back off” you tell him softly “we just have to play it smart for a while”

He leans his forehead against yours as his breathing calms “So it’s not because you regret what happened?” He asks roughly.

your eyes widen as you pull back to look him in the eye “Andy no, I would never regret you” you say to him lovingly.

He lets out a deep breath pulling you into him and kissing you deeply and you curl your fingers into his shirt. He licks the seam of your lips asking for entry and you happily grant it moaning into his mouth. He lifts you by the back of the thighs lifting you onto the counter and you wrap your legs around his waist.

Pope breaks away from the kiss licking and nipping down your neck. You roll your hips into his relishing the friction between you and he lets out a deep groan. You can feel the slick pooling between your thighs. Pope slides down the little straps of your sundress pulling down the bodice allowing your breasts to fall out.

He rolls and pinches your nipples lightly and you let out a high pitched whine. “Fuck I love the sounds you make” Pope groans. You start to go to undo his belt buckle when you hear the garage door open.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Exclaims Baz as he backs out the door. Pope pulls you into him covering your naked chest as you fix yourself.

“You could fucking knock” Pope growls out at Baz.

Baz walks back in with an incredulous look on his face “oh my apologies for not knocking on the garage fucking door, I should have known you’d be in here getting your dick wet” Baz bites out sarcastically.

You hide your face in Popes shoulder trying not to laugh. “What the fuck do you want Baz?” Pope grates out.

“Put your dick away. We got shit to do let’s go.” He tells him walking out of the garage.

Pope grumbles “This is why we need our own fucking place” you let out your laugh then. Pope lets a small smile come across his face at the sound as he drops his head to your shoulder. “I gotta go” he mumbles.

“I know” you say softly, running your fingers through his curls.

Pope lets out a frustrated growl and lifts his head looking down at you. “I’ll be back later ok?” He says kissing you softly.

You smile up at him “I’ll be here”. He gives you a long lingering look before forcing himself to back away from you and leave out the door.

Deran walks through the door then. “Wanna go for a drive? I wanna show you something” he asks you smiling.

You nod enthusiastically jumping off the counter and following him to the truck.

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You drive along the coast for a while before stop at a run down beach front bar. You look over at Deran “what are we doing here?” You ask him confused.

He doesn’t answer as he hops out and you follow him inside. It’s a run down surf bar with tacky topless mermaids everywhere. You look at him “ok seriously what are we doing here?” You ask him again.

He turns to look at you completely and says “I wanna buy this place. I already put some money down on it.”

Your mouth opens in shock your eyes widening. “Deran this is crazy” you say to him.

“It might be crazy” he shrugs “but I want something that’s mine that Smurf can’t touch” he gestures around him “with a little work I think this place could be great”

You look around you at the run down place. It definitely needs work but you can tell the bones are there. “Have you told your brothers?” You ask him.

He looks down at his feet shoving his hands in his pockets “Just Craig, I haven’t told Baz or Pope yet.” He looks over at you mischievously “So I would appreciate it if you could keep this out of your pillow talk with Pope” he says grinning.

You feel your cheeks heat “well as much as I love talking about his brothers while I’m having the best sex of my life I think I’ll be able to keep this to myself” you say to him sarcastically. He laughs at that and you smile at him “how much more do you need to fully own this place?” You ask.

He lets out a pained breath “$16,000” you wince. Knowing Smurf it’ll take a long time before she allows him to have that kind of money in his pocket. “I just need one more big job and I would be good” he says looking around him.

“Well one can only assume that’s what Pope and Baz are off cooking up” you tell him. You see him scowl at that. “What’s that face for?”

“I don’t know” he shrugs. “We’re trying to take over from Smurf but now Baz and Pope are our leaders? How is this any different?” He grumbles.

You shrug. “I think you guys just need to communicate and stick together. If you start turning on each other Smurf wins” you tell him.

He nods and then his phone goes off and he checks his text. “It’s from Pope” he says looking at you “Family meeting at Baz’s”

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You get to Baz’s and they are already deep in discussion and you can see Lena colouring in her room. Pope looks up as you walk through the door his eyes lighting up upon seeing you. He breaks away from Baz and comes to greet you pressing a firm kiss to your lips. You giggle pulling away “hello to you too”

“Hi” he breathes happily.

Baz rolls his eyes at the display “Can you two keep it in your pants long enough for us to discuss this please?” Pope turns to him and flips him off. He pulls you with him to the kitchen as he leans against the island tucking you into his side.

Craig looks at the two of you together giving you a grin “You two look so much happier now that you’ve fucked” Pope picks up an orange and throws it at him, he ducks just in time and laughs.

Baz rolls his eyes again irritated at the whole situation. “Pope can you just fucking explain this job you wanna do so we can get on with our fucking day?” He snaps. You almost felt bad for him. Almost. Cath had disappeared without a word. Not that you could blame her. You knew about Lucy how Cath was Baz’s second choice, you would have left a lot sooner in her shoes. The only thing you couldn’t believe is that she left Lena behind.

Pope levels him with a withering look and starts in on explaining a new job he’s come across. It would be ripping off a church but the job would pay at least $300,000.

Craig shakes his head “I don’t know man a church? That’s like some seriously bad juju there” he says.

Pope rolls his eyes “The fundraiser is in a few weeks, we stake it out until then find the best way in and there’s only one security guard to worry about” he reasons.

Baz runs his mouth absently “I’m in” he says easily. “What’s your in?” He asks.

Pope shrugs his shoulders his posture stiffening a bit. “They have a bible study every week. I’m gonna start going, get a read on people and poke around.” He says gruffly.

You look up at him sharply “Bible study?” You ask incredulously “you’re going to go to bible study?”

He shrugs non committaly “Why not? It gives me a good chance to get in with these people get them to trust me.” He refuses to meet your eyes and you know he’s hiding something but before you can point it out Lena comes running into the room.

“Daddy can we go to the beach?” She asks Baz.

Baz barely spares her a look. “No not right now go back in your room”

Lena’s face falls “But you said we could go today…” she says in a small voice.

Baz whirls on her raising his voice “Lena what did I just say? No! No beach today”

Pope speaks up quickly “I’ll take you” he looks between her and Baz. “that is if it’s ok with your Dad”

Baz drops his head and shrugs “Sure whatever”

You grab Popes hand and say “We’ll both take her” you walk to Lena getting down to her level “go put on your shoes sweetie and we’ll go ok?” You tell her. She nods eagerly dashing to her room to get her shoes.

Awhile later the three of you are at the beach playground and you and pope are watching Lena play on the swings. Neither of you have said much since you left the house.

You look over at Pope as he stares out at the waves. “How did you find this church job?” You ask him.

He glances over at you and then back at the waves “Do you believe in god?” He asks you roughly.

Taken aback you stammer “I don’t-I don’t know.” You tell him “I think at one point I might have but it’s been a long time” you think back over your life. A lot has happened to convince you there either is no god or he just doesn’t care about you.

He turns back towards you completely shuffling his feet in the sand. “I wandered into this church just because…” he breaks off searching for the words “I don’t know because I guess I want to believe in something I just don’t know what” he finishes sadly.

you can see the sadness in his eyes and you reach out holding his face between your hands. “I may not believe in god” you tell him softly “but I 100% believe in you” you lean forward pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

He leans his forehead against yours his hand pressed against yours on his cheek. “I don’t deserve you” he tells you voice cracking.

You smile up at him “You deserve everything Andy” he smiles down at you and moves you so you’re tucked into his side with your arms around his waist and his around your shoulder. You stay there watching Lena play until the sunsets neither one of you saying another word.

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The next day you Baz and Pope go to check out the church. You travel with Baz separately from Pope, not wanting to blow Popes cover.

You and Baz walk into the main lobby of new canticle church and look around. The building was huge with lots of people bustling around. The two of you wander to a table with pamphlets on it and pretend to look at the information, out of the corner of your eye you can see Pope across the room.

You watch as a pretty blonde woman walks up to him and starts talking to him. In normal Pope fashion he’s slow to engage but you watch the woman put a hand on his arm and the hairs on your arms immediately stand up. Baz senses your tension and says to you lowly “Easy tiger, if she likes him that works in our favour just relax” you clench your jaw looking down at the table not seeing it.

You knew the easiest in for this job would be if Pope flirted with this woman and got her to trust him. But the thought of it made your stomach churn. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him, it was that you knew he would do what his brothers needed in order to make this job work.

Suddenly feeling like all of the air was sucked out of the room your turn on your heel and run out the doors trying to get air into your lungs. You’re vaguely aware of Baz following you out. He grabs your arm stopping you and spinning you to face him. “Look” he says “I get that it’s shit having to watch that” he takes a deep breath looking directly into your eyes “but if he has to wine and dine that woman in order for us to get information and access…” he pauses lowering his voice “then you’re going to fucking let him do it do you understand?” You swallow the knot in your throat nodding silently. Baz nods his head “Good, let’s get out of here head back to Smurfs”

You follow him to the jeep numbly. The drive to Smurfs is silent as you stare out the window willing yourself not to cry. You wouldn’t be what held them back. You’re part of the team you have a part to play and just because you finally had Pope didn’t mean you could fall apart now.

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When you get back to Smurfs Lena is there. She runs out to greet you with a big hug and you’re grateful for the reprieve from the day. “Auntie Scout will you swim with me?” Lena asks.

“What a silly question to ask” you tell her playfully “of course I will” you smile and go to put on your swimsuit.

The next couple of hours pass by in a blur. You and Lena are still in the pool when Pope walks through the back gate. “Hi Uncle Pope!” Lena says excitedly.

Pope smiles at the two of you in the pool “Hey kid” he says back “you having fun with Auntie Scout?” He asks her.

Lena nods enthusiastically. “We were playing mermaids!” She tells him preparing to launch into the story of the afternoon. You smile at her and then look up at Pope. He’s crouching by the pool and when his eyes meet yours, your stomach drops. You remember what you witnessed at the church and struggle to keep the smile on your face.

Baz walks out the back door calling to Lena “Hey kid why don’t you go see Grandma Smurf and get a snack?” She climbs out of the pool and you follow wrapping her in a towel and then yourself as Baz walks over to where you and Pope are standing. “So who was the woman you were talking to at the church?” He asks Pope.

Popes brow furrows a bit as he scowls “She’s just one of the workers at the church, why?” He asks crossing his arms over his chest.

Baz shrugs his shoulders feigning indifference “I don’t know judging by the way she was talking to you seems like she might kinda be into you. That could work to our advantage” he says evenly.

The pit in your stomach grows as you can feel Popes eyes shift to you. You stare at the ground unable to meet his eyes. “What exactly are you saying here Baz?” Pope asks with an edge to his voice.

Baz runs his hand along his jaw “Look if she trusts you she’ll tell you stuff. So I’m just saying…” he pauses searching for the words “Don’t shut her down. Let her think something might happen”

“What?” Pope growls out.

Baz puts his hands up defensively “Look man I’m just saying she might be more willing to give you info if she thinks you’re into her.”

Pope looks over at you sharply. You still won’t meet his eyes as you pick at the edge of the towel wrapped around your shoulders. Pope can see the tension and anxiety radiating off of you and it makes him see red. “So you’re asking me to essentially cheat on Scout right fucking in front of her?” He grinds out. You flinch trying to make yourself smaller, you want nothing more than to extricate yourself from this conversation.

Baz gestures to you “She saw the same thing I did” He tells Pope. “We’ve talked about it she’s good with it, she knows it’s not real”

Pope walks directly in front of you putting a finger under your chin lifting your head so your gaze meets his. “Is that true?” He asks you roughly.

You can feel the tears burning in the back of your throat but you say “Yeah it’s whatever. If it helps get the job done, we all have to make sacrifices sometimes right?” You say trying to sound confident.

You watch as Popes jaw clenches and unclenches. He turns away from you looking at Baz “I’ll be her friend but if you want to pimp someone out for information find someone fucking else because I’m not doing it” he tells him gruffly stomping into the house.

You let out a breath trying to hold the tears at bay and failing. Baz sees the tear tracking down your cheek and wraps an arm around your shoulders “you did good kid.” He leans down saying lowly into your ear “I want you to know if I thought for a second he would cross a line with that woman, I wouldn’t have told him to do it” he gives your shoulder s squeeze before walking away.

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A little while later you’re stepping out of your bathroom wrapped in a towel to Pope sitting at the end of your bed. You let out a startled noise and his head turns towards you a fraction. “Sorry didn’t mean to scare you” he mumbles.

“It’s ok” you tell him quietly. Keeping your towel wrapped around you tightly you sit beside him. “What are you doing in here?”

He takes a deep breath leaning forward bracing his arms on his knees. “Why are you so willing to go along with Baz’s plan?” He asks gruffly.

You look down at your lap unsure if you should tell him the truth. The fact that you weren’t ok with it and the idea of him even fake flirting with another woman makes you want to break something. Instead you take a deep breath repeating the party line “if it’s what needs to be done for the job we have to do it” you tell him in what you hope is a strong voice “I can be a grown up about it it’s not like it’ll mean anything”

He turns his head to look at you his eyes roaming your face. “You realize If the situation was reversed I would kill any guy who even thought about flirting with you.” He states in a low voice.

You swallow and he watches the motion. “I know Andy” you say in a small voice “but we need this and you’re right I don’t like it but we need the information and I saw the way she was looking at you” you look away jaw clenching “I mean she would be stupid not to be into you” you try to joke.

Pope gets up from the bed coming to crouch in front of you so he was at eye level with you. “I won’t do what Baz wants” he resolves “I will only go as far as being her friend the second I think she’s going to try for more I’m done.” He grabs both of your hands in his “I don’t know if you realized this Scout but you are it for me” he says gruffly “and I refuse to make you feel like you don’t matter in all of this” he presses a soft kiss to your knuckles.

You let out a relieved breath pulling him into you and crushing your lips to his. He kisses you back immediately one hand wrapping in your hair and the other kneading your hip.

He slides his tongue along the seam of your lips and you open wider allowing him entry. He groans into your mouth as his tongue tangles with yours. He gently pushes you back on the bed hovering over you. He breaks away from your lips nipping and sucking down your jaw and neck. You let out a loud moan as you wrap your legs around Popes hips.

He presses his hips into yours and you become very aware that you are completely naked under the towel and the friction of his jeans against your unclothed cunt makes you jerk with pleasure. Pope rips the towel from your body throwing it somewhere behind him. He looks down at you taking in your naked form “God you’re fucking perfect” he groans.

You feel your blush spreading from your face to your chest as you fight the urge to cover yourself. Pope continues kissing down your body. When he gets to your breasts he takes one nipple in his mouth while he rolls the other between his fingers. You let out a gasp at the sensation and roll your hips into Popes trying to grind against the erection pressing against his jeans. “Pope please-“ you start to beg.

He cuts you off by pressing a sloppy kiss to your mouth “Shhh” he says in a low gravelly voice “I know what you need” Pope slides his hand down your body lower and lower until he finds the slick between your thighs. He starts to lightly rub circles on your clit with his thumb and you arch off the bed letting out a loud moan “ssshh” he says again “we’re not the only ones in this house and if my brothers hear the dirty sounds you make I’ll have to kill them” he presses a finger inside you as his thumb continues to rub circles on your clit. You let out another loud mewl and his hand pauses “baby if you can’t be quiet I’ll have to stop, can you be quiet for me?” He asks roughly.

You nod quickly pressing your lips together to keep any noise from coming out. He sucks your nipple into his mouth and then releases it with a pop “Good girl” he says with a smirk. His fingers begin their assault again as he presses a second finger inside you.

You grind down on his hand biting your own to keep from making any sound. You can feel that familiar coil beginning to tighten in your stomach as your walls begin to quiver “Andy” you gasp out “I’m so close”

Pope covers your mouth as he quickens his pace and feels your walls tremble. “That’s it pretty girl” he whispers roughly “just let go” that’s all it takes for you to come undone. Crying out against his hand your orgasm washes through you in a white hot blinding light. Pope works you through it until you’re overstimulated and begging him to stop.

Pope moves off of you standing over you at the end of bed licking his fingers clean of your cum. “Fuck you taste good” he groans. You sit up quickly your fingers immediately working his belt and zipper trying to free his straining cock. He stops your hands freeing himself as he pushes his jeans and boxers to the floor and takes off his shirt.

You don’t think you’ll ever get over how beautiful Pope is. How you want to trace the veins in his arms with your tongue. Sitting on the edge of the bed your eye level with his rock hard cock and you take it in your hand feeling the silky smooth skin. Pope lets out a low groan. He pushes you back down the bed grabbing your legs and putting your feet on his shoulders and in one hard thrust he’s seated inside you.

You cover your mouth to muffle your loud moan. Pope moans your name “Fucking look at you taking my cock so well” he begins to pump into you at a punishing pace. You keep your mouth covered to keep the obscene sounds you’re making at bay. You can feel your second orgasm building and Pope can feel your walls clenching around him. “Touch yourself baby I wanna watch you fall apart around my cock” he grits out.

You press your fingers to your clit rubbing as he pistons into you. Within seconds your orgasm takes over you making you arch off the bed and cry out Popes name. Pope finds his release a second later filling you as his cock pulses inside you.

Pope carefully pulls out of you and you whine at the feeling. “Stay there for a second” he tells you breathlessly as he wanders into the bathroom. A moment later he comes back with a warm wet wash cloth and he begins to gently clean the mess the two of you made off of you.

Once he’s finished he tosses the rag and your discarded towel into the laundry hamper and lays down beside you pulling you into his arms. You curl into him laying your head on his chest. He traces patterns on you skin as he kisses the top of your head and says softly “I love you Scout”

You smile looking up at him and pressing a soft kiss to his lips “I love you too” you say back.

You lay there together for a while talking neither one of you making a move to get dressed or be anywhere else. Popes phone starts to buzz in his pants pocket on the floor. He disentangles from you to answer it looking at the caller ID before answering. “What do you want?” He asks whoever is on the other line. He listens for awhile before speaking again “yah alright I’ll be there soon” he hangs up the phone beginning to get dressed.

He looks over at you as he put his clothes on “I’m sorry” he says “that was Deran he needs to talk to me and Craig about something” he walks over to the bed leaning over to kiss you.

You smile at him “it’s fine go I’ll see you later” he kisses you again but this time it lingers.

He presses his forehead to yours groaning. You giggle at the frustrated expression on his face and his eyes soften as he looks at you and says “I’ll be back later” he heads to the door before stopping to look at you with one more time “I love you” he tells you softly.

You feel yourself melt and curse his brothers for pulling him away from you. “I love you Andy” you tell him with a soft smile. He gives you one last parting smile before he walks out of the room and you flop back on the bed grinning at the ceiling like an idiot.

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~Mine To Keep Pt 2~

*Andrew Pope Cody/F!reader*

(Please go to my page to read part 1)

Summary: Pope comes home from jail and the two of you try to navigate your relationship now that he’s home.

Warnings: Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Explicit sexual content including vaginal fingering oral sex m receiving and f receiving, unprotected pinv, cream pie, drug use, alcohol consumption, soft dom pope if you squint, brief religion mentions, feminine reader with blonde hair briefly mentioned, physical violence, physical and verbal abuse, canon Smurf behaviour (I will apologize in advance if I missed anything I am new to this)

Notes: ok so honestly didn’t expect my original post to get any attention at all and the amount I’ve gotten in less than 24 hours makes me wanna cry you guys are amazing 😭. Anyways here is part 2 I hope you guys love it, there will be more parts coming I have at least 3 parts ready for post and am currently working on part 4. Again this is my first fic please be kind in the comments ❤️

Word count: 7.2K

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3 years and 19 days later.

You’d had to get out of the house. The vibe there was weird since Smurf brought home Julia’s son. No one was sure what to do with him.

You didn’t know much about Julia aside from what Pope had told you. You knew she had been a junkie exiled by Smurf when she started stealing and wouldn’t get clean.

You missed Pope. He would have left the house with you, walked along the beach to avoid the awkward conversations.

It had been 3 years and 19 days since he had been sent to prison. You visited him once a week and sent him letters and answered every call you got from him no matter what but it wasn’t the same you just desperately missed having his presence in your life.

You let out a sad sigh as you grabbed the groceries you had bought from the back seat. As you carried them in the house you could hear low voices talking. You were setting the bags on the counter when you heard Deran call out for you “Scout that you?”

“Yah it’s me” you called back to him.

He appeared at the entrance of the kitchen with a shit eating grin on his face “get in here we have a surprise for you” he said nodding towards the living room.

You raised an eyebrow following him into the room. What you saw stopped you dead in your tracks. Pope. Pope was sitting on the couch with Smurf curled against him.

“Pope?” You whispered feeling tears pricking your eyes.

He got up slowly moving away from Smurf and coming towards you. He stops short of hugging you his breath catching.

You slowly bring your hands up and touch his chest not being willing to believe this is real. You have to be dreaming he can’t really be here. His chest is solid beneath your hands. He looks down at you his haunted eyes soft “Hey Scout”

You launch yourself into his arms locking your arms around his neck and legs around his waist almost knocking him backwards. His arms come around you tightly and he buries his face into the crook of your neck inhaling deeply.

You bury your head in his shoulder the tears spilling over. “You’re here” you cry “you’re actually here”

“I’m so sorry Scout” he says into your hair “I’m so sorry I didn’t want to leave you” you can hear his voice cracking.

You slip down his body back onto your feet and hold his face in your hands really looking at him for the first time. “It’s ok Andy” you say softly wiping the tear running down his cheek.

You hear someone behind you clear their throat and Pope turns to look at them seeming to realize you weren’t alone. He takes your hand leading you back to the couch and sitting you beside him as he wraps an arm around your shoulders tucking you into his side. You snuggle into him content for the first time in two years.

Craig’s looks at the two of you shaking his head and smiling. You shoot him a quick glare knowing exactly what he was thinking. “Why didn’t you tell us you were coming home man?” Craig asks Pope.

Pope looks at the faces around the room and shrugs “I didn’t want anyone to get their hopes up if it didn’t work out again”

“Well” Smurf says suddenly “we need to throw a party to celebrate you coming home” she stands clasping her hands together and giving the two of you a calculating look. You can feel Pope tighten his arm around you as if he’s afraid she’s going to rip you from him.

You stand up going to stand beside Smurf feigning complete innocence “I’ll make a beer run” you tell her sweetly.

Deran stands up quickly too “I’ll come with” he says Following you out of the house. You and Deran had gotten close while Pope had been gone. You were one of the few people in the world who knew his secret.

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On the drive home from the store Deran looks over at you with a knowing look “So” he says “Now that Popes back are you two finally gonna go for it?”

You roll your eyes at him. “You know it’s not like that” you groan “it never has been”

He scoffs at you “the way you both reacted to seeing each other I thought we were about to get a live sex show in the living room”

You punch him in the arm “Stop!” You tell him loudly laughing.

He laughs at you and then says solemnly “he loves you Scout. More than I think he has ever loved anybody”

You felt that familiar ache in your chest. “You know it can’t be like that. Smurf would never allow it.” You say bitterly.

“Fuck Smurf!” Deran yells out. You look over at him wide eyed “You guys would actually be happy if you let yourselves so god damn just be together already” he huffs sitting back hard against the seat.

“Wow” you giggle “I didn’t know you were so concerned about my love life”

He fixes you with a look “Scout tell me the truth” you raise your eyebrow at him “have you actually been with anyone since you met Pope?”

You open your mouth and then shut it again. You haven’t and you both know that.

“Uh huh” Deran says smugly.

You look over at him from the corner of your eye not wanting to directly look at him “Has Pope?” You ask in a small voice. That was one thing you and Pope never spoke about was your dating lives because you both knew it would be too hard.

Deran looks over at you “No Scout” he says confidently “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but he doesn’t really do that and he is also extremely loyal. Even if you’re not actually dating he would never do that to you. It’s you or no one” he shrugs.

You look out the windshield a small hopeful smile attempting to break across your face.

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A few days have come and gone everyone falling back into a routine with Pope being home. You notice Baz treating him like a dog that might bite him if he startles him.

Today is Popes birthday. You’re all standing around the table with Pope standing in front of his birthday cake. As Smurf is making a toast J interrupts. “It’s my mom’s birthday too” he says stoicly looking at Smurf with a challenge in his eye.

You look over at Andrew you notice how his spine is straighter and how he refuses to look away from the cake. You know how much he misses Julia.

“Yes it is” Smurf says softly and then looks over at Pope. “Blow out your candle baby” Pope fidgets with his hands at his side and then blows it out quickly.

The boys were taking Andrew out for his birthday, paint ball skydiving and of course the strip club. All things Pope hates. They’re getting ready to leave when you walk up to Pope and wrap your arms around him in a hug. He leans down burying his face in your neck. “Happy Birthday” you whisper to him.

He separates from you opting to hold onto one of your hands “You sure you don’t want come?” His eyes were hopeful though he knew your answer.

You shook your head with a small smile “No I’m good you guys go ahead have your fun just come back safe” you smile up at him. He nods his head slightly and turns to follow his brothers out the door. He pauses quickly turning back and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You feel the blush spreading to your hairline. “I’ll see you later ok?” He says to you gruffly as he walks out the door and is gone.

It’s late when you hear your bedroom door creak open. You can hear the soft pad of foot steps coming towards the bed and someone’s presence looming over you.

“Andy?” You whisper. You roll over to see him standing beside the bed looking like he has just had the worst night.

“Can I stay here tonight?” He asks you hoarsely.

You answer by scooting over and opening the covers for him. You watch as he kicks off his shoes and pulls off his shirt. You can feel your cheeks heat when you take in his form. He’s more muscular now than he was before he went away. You can make out the faint lines of his abs and pecks as he walks around to the other side of the bed. You feel the mattress dip beneath you as he climbs in behind you wrapping his arms around you and tucking you against his chest.

He’s buries his face into your hair and you can feel his body shake with silent tears. You wrap your arms around his and let him cry knowing if he wanted to talk about it he would.

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You wake up in the morning with Pope still wrapped around you. As you try to shift without waking him you feel his erection pressing into your back and it makes you pause. It’s ok you think to yourself. It’s morning it’s biological it doesn’t mean anything. You shift again trying to get up but you feel him wake.

He sits up quickly still on high alert since coming home. You place a comforting hand on his arm “hey it’s ok you’re with me you’re home” you tell him softly.

He blinks at you a few times coming back to himself. “Thank you for letting me sleep here last night” he says to you roughly.

You smile at him “you know you never have to ask to sleep in here Andy”

He looks at you without meeting your eyes and nods. He goes to get up and then seems to realize the situation you had felt pressing into your back. You watch as redness spreads up his neck and it makes you giggle.

He looks at you shyly “I-I’m sorry I don’t-I can’t” he stammers.

“Andy” you say laughing “it’s fine it’s morning it’s biological I will leave the room and let you get up without an audience” ignoring your own blush that is spreading across your cheeks.

He gives you small shy smile “thank you”

You continue laughing as you leave the room.

Later that day you over hear J talking to Smurf. Pope had ransacked his room looking for any watches he may have pocketed in the last job.

You knew Pope was off his meds. You could tell by the paranoia and the lack of sleep. You just didn’t know what to do about it.

The next day you wake up and wander to the kitchen to get breakfast. Craig, Deran and Baz are sitting at the table but no Smurf and no Pope. “Where’s Smurf?” You ask casually. None of them will meet your eyes. You remember what happened the last time they looked at you like this. Your heart starts beating rapidly “where’s pope?” You ask shakily.

Baz takes a deep breath “he had to spend the night in jail he failed his drug test” he still refused to meet your eyes.

“What?” You breathed out “how is that possible he has been clean since he got out!” You shout at him. Baz flinches a guilty look on his face. You suck in a breath “what did you do Baz?”

Baz sits back and looks at you “He needs to take his meds so we’ve been putting them in his food so he tested positive it’s not a big deal.” He says quickly.

Just then you heard the door open as Smurf and Pope walk in. You rush over to Pope taking his face in your hands checking him over “are you ok?” You ask him softly.

His eyes are sad as he looks at you and nods. He peels your hands away from his face. “I’ll be in the garage” he mutters as he walks away.

You watch as Smurf follows after him to the garage. You glare at Baz as you trail after them. He rolls his eyes at you and throws his hands up “I’m sorry ok?” He calls after you.

You stand just outside the garage door listening to Smurf telling Pope he needs to take his meds. Peeking around the corner you see Pope sneer at her “You don’t like me if I’m not on these pills right? That’s what it is” you watch as Smurf takes a deep breath stalking towards you, you quickly back away from the door.

She stops in front of you holding the pill bottles out. “He listens to you” she tells you thinly veiled rage coating her tone “make him take them” she says pushing the pills into your hands.

You look at the pills in your hands and take a shaky breath walking into the garage. Pope looks over at you shaking his head “Not you too” he mutters.

“Look” you say softly. “You know I love you whether you’re on these pills or whether you’re not” you take a deep breath “if you choose not to take these pills I will still be here when you have dark days” you look up at him “I just think you’ll have a lot less dark days if you take them” you tell him earnestly.

He looks back and forth between you and the pills and slowly takes the pills from your hands. “Ok” he croaks.

You release the breath you didn’t know you were holding wrap your arms around him. He hugs you back placing a soft kiss to the top of your head “I love you Scout” he says softly.

You smile tears gathering in your eyes “I know Andy”

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The time has come for the next job. Camp Pendleton. This one is big and you know that. The boys are all getting ready. They won’t even let you help with this one.

You sit at the kitchen table chewing your nail nervously when Pope comes up beside you. “Can I talk to you for a second?” He asks not meeting your eyes. You nod a concerned look coming across your face.

You follow him out to the pool away from everyone else. “What’s up?” You ask him.

He looks down at you his hands fidgeting at his sides. You knew something was wrong. “If this goes wrong” he starts roughly “I’m not going back in”

You look up at him furrowing your brow in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

A muscle ticks in his jaw. “Prison. I’m not going back.” He takes a deep steadying breath. “If this goes wrong they’re going to have to take me down because I won’t go back there.”

Your jaw drops. You knew prison still haunted him. You could see it when you looked in his eyes. When you could hear him pacing the house at night because the nightmares kept him awake.

He takes both your hands in his “the reason I am telling you this” he says softly “is because if I don’t come back” he looks away from you blinking away tears “if I don’t come back I need you to know-“

“No” you interrupt him putting your hand to his mouth. “No you don’t get to do this right now because you are going to tell me whatever you want to say when you get back here to me” you say forcefully. You grab his chin in your hand “you look at me” his eyes slowly come up to meet yours “you are not leaving me again do you understand?” You can feel your chin starting to wobble as you hold back tears.

He blinks away more tears nodding. He pulls you tightly into his arms resting his chin on top of your head. You feel his chest moving up and down as he tries to calm himself. “When I get back,” he says to you “me and you-just me and you- are going to go somewhere and really talk like we should have the day I got out”

“Pope!” Baz calls out “we gotta go man”

Pope gently pulls you away from his chest placing his hands on your shoulders and looking you intensely in the eyes “I will see you later ok?” You nod tears streaming down your cheeks. He looks at you one last time placing a soft kiss on your forehead before he heads out of the house with his brothers.

“Scout” Smurf calls out to you “Why don’t you go see if Cath needs help with Lena?” She suggests to you. You wipe the tears from your face. Walking back towards the house, you slide through the door beside Smurf and she places a hand on your arm. “They’ll be ok honey, just get out of the house for a while it won’t help you to be cooped up here” you look at her and nod. You know she’s completely self serving. She just doesn’t want you here when they get back.

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You arrive at Cath’s door raising your hand to knock. You didn’t used to like Cath. When you learned Pope had carried a torch for her it immediately soured your feelings towards her. But the longer you hung around the more the torch seemed to fizzle out and the two of you became unlikely friends.

Cath answered the door a knowing look on her face “They leave for the job?” You nod silently walking through the door. You can hear small feet as they come running towards you.

“Auntie Scout!” Lena squeals running into your arms. You lift her off her feet squishing her to you a smile breaking out on your face for the first time that day.

“Lena Bena!” You squeal back setting her on her feet. “How’s my favourite girl?” You ask her bending over to be at her level.

“Good. Do you want to colour with me?” She asks you excitedly. You nod your head letting her pull you to the kitchen table.

Cath sits across from you and you look over at her. “How do you stop worrying about Baz?” You ask her suddenly.

She glances over at you a small smile on her face “I don’t. I just got used to it.” She pauses “Pope will be ok, he has a reason to come back now” she says giving you a suggestive look.

You feel your cheeks heat. “It’s not like that with us and you know it” you mumble. She just rolls her eyes at you and you crumple up a piece of paper and toss it at her.

The rest of the afternoon goes like that. Easy chit chat and distractions to get you through the day. Night was falling by the time you finally got the text. “It’s done. Craigs throwing a party to celebrate. Come home.” A smile broke out across your face.

Cath catches the look on your face “they done?” She asks. You nod eagerly wanting to leave but not wanting to be rude. “Go” she says softly nodding her head towards the door. You give her a grateful smile and dash out the door.

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You walk into the house and there are people everywhere. People snorting lines of coke off of each other, People hooking up in dark corners. This was definitely a Craig party.

You walk into the living room to find Craig and Deran with random girls draped over them. You roll your eyes at the sight especially knowing Deran was only doing it for appearances.

“Scout!” You hear Craig shout happily. He jumps up quickly catching you around the waist and lifting you, spinning you around. You laugh at his antics slapping his shoulder to tell him to put you down.

Craig sets you back down on your feet. Next thing you know Deran has thrown you over his shoulder and is carrying you through the house laughing “Deran!” You squeal “put me down” you continue laughing as Deran runs out the back door, it’s then you realize in horror, he’s running towards the pool. “Deran don’t you dare!” You yell struggling against his grasp.

“Deran put her the fuck down” you hear Popes deep voice growl.

Deran stops in his tracks setting you back on your feet. He laughs at you waggling his eyebrows as he spins you to face Pope. You realize now all he was doing was trying to get a reaction out of him. You look over at Pope, his permanent scowl on his face as he stares at Deran. You’re so happy to see him you feel like your heart might burst out of your chest.

You break away from Deran, running towards Pope. You jump into his arms wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. He immediately wraps his arms around your waist tightly holding you against him as he buries his face into your neck. Opening your eyes and looking over his shoulder you see Smurf watching you. You meet her eyes as she narrows her hostile gaze on you and walks back inside.

Pope completely oblivious to this exchange gently sets you down looking at you with a shy smile on his face. “I told you I’d see you later” he says quietly.

“You did” you agree smiling widely at him. He lifts his hand and gently tucks your hair behind your ear cupping your face softly. You stare up at him your heart beating wildly as his thumb gently strokes along your cheekbone.

You lean into his hand and watch as he swallows harshly. You can see he is about to say something when Craig interrupts clearing his throat loudly. “Not to interrupt this incredibly tender moment” he says sarcastically “but this is a fucking party, so Scout go get your sexy ass in a bikini before I toss you in the pool in that little dress of yours” you roll your eyes at him and give him a salute as you walk back into the house to change.

Pope watches you walk back into the house and then turns to Craig and gives him a sharp glare. Craig raises his hands in front of him “look do you not want to see her hot ass in a bikini?” He chuckles. Pope punches Craig in the arm. Hard. Craig groans in pain “what the fuck man? I am trying to help you out!”

“In what world do you think I want her in less clothes in front of all of these people?” Pope growls at him.

Deran chuckles behind him “Bro it gives you a chance to stake your claim.” He says wrapping an arm around Popes shoulders.

“What claim?” Pope grumbles “I don’t have any more of a claim on her than anyone else here” he says stuffing his hands into his pockets and looking at the ground.

Craig throws his hands up in exasperation “You guys have been eye fucking each other for 7 motherfucking years!” He exclaims putting his hands on Popes shoulders. “Now is your time, make your move before some other asshole does”

Pope looks up at his brother thinking his words through. He was in love with you. He’d known that for a long time. If he hadn’t been gone for so long maybe he would have already taken that step. But after he got out he didn’t think he was good enough. You deserved the world.

“She deserves better than me” he mumbles to his brothers.

Deran shakes his head sighing “Look man,” he says “I love that girl, she’s my best friend. So know if I didn’t think you would treat her well I would tell you. But I’m not gonna tell you that I’m gonna tell you this” He takes a deep breath “she has been in love with you for so fucking long it makes me sick.”

Derans words wash over Pope like ice water. “Did she tell you that?” He chokes out.

Deran rolls his eyes “Jesus Christ bro you can’t be that fucking blind. Did you really think that this was one sided?”

Pope feels his stomach drop. All this time he could have had you and he was too in his head to try. He made up his mind then and there that he was telling you how he felt. Tonight.

It was at that moment you re-entered the party wearing a bikini that would make even the strongest man want to worship at your feet. The royal blue colour highlighted your tanned skin. It hugged your curves in just the right way as your blonde waves fell around your shoulders.

Craig wolf whistled at you as Pope felt his mouth go dry and his eyes widen. You saunter over to them your hips swaying. “Well what do you think boys will I pass?” You ask cheekily.

Craig is the first to speak up “Hell yeah I’d do you” he cackles. Pope quickly turns to glare at him and Craig laughs harder.

Deran shoves his hands into his pocket “well I think I’m going to go stake a claim on one of those beers over there” he says pointedly to Pope dragging Craig with him.

You furrow your brow in confusion “what was that about?” You ask Pope.

He just shakes his head “Nothing they’re just idiots” he says gruffly. He looks you up and down gaze slowing as he takes in the curves of your hips and waist. “This new?” He asks gesturing to your bikini.

You nod cocking your hip and putting your hand on it. “It is” you answer. You look up at him from under your lashes “you like it?” You ask in a soft voice.

Pope swallows and you watch the movement. He nods clearing his throat “looks good” he chokes out. He shakes his head trying to clear it “do you want a drink?” He asks.

You nod and watch him as he walks over to the bar where his brothers are. Craig watches the exchange with barely contained glee. “Bro that was painful to watch” he laughs as Pope approaches him.

Pope hangs his head “Shut up and grab me two beers” he tells him.

Deran claps Pope on the shoulder “what the fuck happened to staking your claim?” He asks.

Pope lets out an exasperated breath “I’m fucking working on it” he shakes his head looking at his brothers “I’m not good at this” he grumbles.

Deran gives him a sympathetic look “well you better get good because some other guy just realized how good she looks in that bikini” he says nodding towards you.

Pope turns to look sharply. He sees you talking to a random guy. The guy is in your space and you have your arms crossed over your chest and your posture is stiff. Pope takes a longer look at the guy and realizes he looks vaguely familiar. Pope grabs the two beers quickly walking back over to you. He can hear your conversation the closer he gets. “What the fuck are you doing here? How did you even know I was here?” He hears you ask shakily

The guy gives you a predatory smile. “Did you really think you would never see me again?” He asks you lowly. “I should fucking kill you for what you had that guy do to me” he snarls.

You back away slightly “I didn’t tell him to do that” you say in a small voice.

He gives a cold laugh “you dumb bitch-“

“Watch your fucking mouth when you talk to her” Pope growls walking up between you. Pope sets the beers down on the lounge chair beside you, sliding in between you and the aggressive stranger.

Now that Pope could clearly see his face he knew exactly who he was. He remembered his fist pounding into his face over and over again 7 years ago.

He laughed coldly “oh this is fucking rich you’re shacking up with the guy you had beat the shit out of me?” He sneered “Always knew you were a whore just like your fucking mother”

Pope moved so fast you barely had time to register what was happening. Pope tackled him to the ground legs straddling his torso as his fist met his face over and over again.

Your ears start to ring. Suddenly you’re back on that road in the rain. Bruises and blood covering your skin. Suddenly you can’t seem to catch your breath, your heart rate becomes uneven. You’re barely aware of Deran and Craig rushing in to pull Pope off of him. Suddenly the edges of your vision blur. The last thing you hear is someone yelling your name though it sounds like it’s coming from miles away. You hit the concrete and everything goes black.

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By the time you wake up you can see morning light coming through your curtains. You’re still in your bikini but wrapped in a blanket. Your head is throbbing and you have to peel your tongue off the roof of your mouth. You open your eyes and you can see Pope sitting in a chair looking out at the window.

“Andy?” You croak.

He starts at the sound of your voice and rushes to your side. He hands you a glass of water and you take a small sip. His eyes watch your every move ready to jump into action at any second. “Are you ok?” He asks gently.

You nod “I think so, I don’t know what happened.” You tell him. The memories slowly come into focus you remember him showing up here. Pope on top of him. “What happened to him?” You whisper.

A muscle in Popes jaw ticks. “Deran and Craig took care of him after you passed out.” He says.

Your eyes widen “what do you mean ‘took care’ of him?” You ask in a panicked voice.

Pope lays a hand on yours gently. “Calm down” he tells you and you try to take a calming breath “they just took him out of here, they planned to dump him on the other side of the border” he explains.

Your shoulders relax as you try to breathe. “I don’t know what happened” you murmur “it’s like he was there and then I just couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think” you blink back tears “I hate that he still makes me feel this way” you say in a wobbly voice.

Pope sits on the edge of the bed and wraps you in his arms pulling your head against his chest. “Trauma doesn’t have a time line” he says to you “but I promise you I will always protect you, I will never let anything happen to you” his arms tighten around you and he presses his face into the top of your head placing a small kiss there.

You bury your face into his chest and let the tears come. He holds you and doesn’t say a word, he lets you process exactly as you need to. You pull back from him slightly wiping your eyes. Your faces are inches apart, you can feel his breath on your lips. Before thinking better of it you press your lips to his softly.

Pope doesn’t react and you pull away quickly. You can feel the heat colouring your cheeks “oh my god I am so sorry” you cover your face with your hands “I don’t know why I did that”

Pope gently pulls your hands away from your face and reaches out and cups your face softly. “You deserve better than me” he tells you softly.

“What are you talking about?” You whisper.

He looks down at the bruises and cuts on his knuckles. “I’m not good” he says voice breaking. “You deserve someone who is good. Someone who isn’t broken” you look up at him as a tear tracks down his cheek.

It breaks your heart that he doesn’t see his worth. That he doesn’t realize how much love he deserves. “Andrew” you say sternly “you are good. You are the man who saved a random girl in the rain. You have taken care of me for 7 years. You. Are. Good.” You punctuate each word to make sure he hears them.

Pope takes a deep breath and nods silently looking down at his lap. Suddenly he looks over at you and leans in quickly capturing your lips with his own.

You lean into him eagerly kissing him back curling your fingers into his shirt. He winds his fingers through your hair letting out a low groan. The sound sends molten heat straight to your core and you crawl into his lap straddling him.

Popes hands immediately go to your hips running over your curves. He breaks away from the kiss suddenly breathing heavily. Your eyes widen “Did I do something wrong?” You ask breathlessly.

Pope continues to breathe heavily swallowing harshly. “I love you” he says quickly “before this-whatever this is- happens I just need you to know that” he takes a deep steadying breath and says “I am in love with you Scout, I have been for a really long time”

You smile down at him like an idiot. “Andy I have loved you since the moment I met you” you tell him sweetly.

He lets a real smile that reaches his eyes cross his face. “Really?”

“Really.” You say pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

He pulls you back into him kissing you desperately as he sweeps his tongue into your mouth. You let out a soft gasp as you melt into the kiss. The blanket that had been wrapped around you falls to the floor and Pope is suddenly very aware that you are wearing nothing but a bikini.

He pulls away from your lips his eyes raking down your body. “Fuck you’re so fucking beautiful” he groans out as he ducks to kiss down your neck and across your collarbone.

You unconsciously start grinding into his lap feeling his hard length against you. The friction against your clit feels so good you press down harder and roll your hips letting out a small moan.

Pope pauses kissing you for a moment looking up at you “can-can I please touch you?” He stammers his breathing erratic.

You let out a breathless laugh “Andrew please fucking touch me” you tell him.

His hand slowly travels around the edge of your bikini before he dips his fingers between your legs rubbing at your sensitive nub. “Fuck” he groans “you’re fucking soaked”

You mewl into his neck as he continues his administrations. You reach down untying the string at both sides of your hips letting your bottoms fall off.

Pope chuckles “someone’s eager”

You giggle back “well it’s only been 7 years”

Pope laughs again kissing you passionately as he slides his fingers through your wet folds teasing your entrance. “Fuck” you gasp “Andy please-“ you gasp.

You let out a surprised noise as he flips you over onto your back. Pope stands over you shrugging out of his shirt. It took everything in you not to start drooling as you take in his abs and pecs and the bulging veins in his arms. Pope drops down to his knees lifting your thighs over his shoulders. “Wait Andy-“ you say attempting to sit up.

He pushes you back down “baby I love you but please shut up I have been waiting 7 years for this I am going to taste you and I am going to take my fucking time” he grits out as he tries to hold himself back.

You nod and that is all of the permission he needs before he dives in and feasts like a man starved. “Oh god” you cry out as he latches onto your clit and sucks.

Pope shoves two fingers inside of you and you moan at the intrusion “there is no god here” he growls out “you say my name when I am inside you, understand?”

You have never seen this version of Pope before and you love it. You can feel your walls beginning to flutter as your climax nears when Pope pulls his fingers away. “I asked you a question, whose name are you going to say when I am inside your pretty pussy?” He asks you roughly.

“Yours!” You cry out “yours Andrew please-please” you stammer. You cry out his name as he slams his fingers back into you and sucks on your clit hard. Your orgasm crashes down onto you intensely. You cry out his name over and over again as wave after wave of pleasure crests over you.

Pope climbs over your body pressing sweet kisses as he settles back over you. “Are you ok?” He asks with a smirk.

You laugh breathlessly “I don’t think I have ever been better”

He lets out a quiet laugh “we’ll see about that, I’m not done with you yet” he stands up undoing his belt and jeans and pushing them down his legs with his boxers. Your eyes widen as his cock springs up bouncing against his stomach.

You immediately sit up reaching up and untying the bikini top and letting it fall off leaving you completely bare. You slide to the end of the bed sitting at eye level with Popes cock, you slowly lick your lips looking up at him through your lashes. “Can I?” You ask.

He lets out a whimper nodding eagerly. You slowly pepper sloppy kisses up and down his length letting your tongue drag root to tip. Popes fists bunch and unbunch at his sides as he tries to maintain control. You suck his tip into your mouth laving at the beaded precum with your tongue and moaning. You continue to suck more and more of him into your mouth as you reach the back of your throat and gag. Popes hand wraps into your hair at the sound.

Pope slowly moves your head up and down his length as tears gather in your eyes from lack of oxygen but if this is how you die you’ll gladly take it. Pope pulls your mouth away from him with a pop. “If you keep going I’m not gonna fucking last baby” he rasps out.

He tosses you onto the bed and crawls over you. He kisses you hard and deep as his tip slowly prods your entrance. He grabs his cock slowly dragging it up and down through folds rubbing at your sensitive clit and you let out a moan “Andy please-“

Pope cuts you off “you don’t have to beg me to fuck you baby I’m going to” and he plunges into you to the hilt.

You let out a startled sound at the burn of the stretch locking your legs around his hips. Pope kisses down your chest, licking and nipping at your breasts. “Are you ok?” He asks gently.

You nod eagerly and he begins to move inside you. Rolling his hips hitting the perfect sweet spot that has you seeing stars. You moan as he pistons into you.

“Fuck baby you feel amazing” he groans out “so fucking tight and perfect” his tempo picks up and you can feel that familiar coil tightening in your stomach.

“Fuck Andy I’m gonna cum” you gasp out. He slams into you harder.

“Cum for me pretty girl, wanna feel it all over my cock” he grinds out. You meet him thrust for thrust as your orgasm crashes over you. You cry out his name as you ride it out and come back down.

Pope finds his own release quickly and empties himself inside you chanting your name like a prayer. He collapses beside you pulling you to his chest pressing sweet kisses to your face and head.

You both lay there quietly for a while as your breathing slows. You’re the first one to break the silence. “So we could have been doing that for 7 years?” You joke.

Pope lets out a soft chuckle. “Well I guess we’ll just have to make up for lost time” he says pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. He lays there quietly for another moment before sliding from under you and going into the adjoining bathroom. He comes back with a warm wash cloth and begins to gently clean between your legs and your thighs.

You let out a small laugh. He glances up at you “what’s so funny?” He asks brow furrowing.

“How do you think the rest of the world would feel if they knew how soft and sweet you actually are?” You ask him.

He smiles up at you “we will never find out because this is only for you” he presses a kiss to your leg before tossing the rag aside and laying back down beside you.

You smile contentedly snuggling up beside him. You hear the front door close and foot steps stomping through the house and soon enough theres a knock at your bedroom door. “Scout?” Deran calls out opening the door before getting an answer.

Pope flicks a blanket over both of your bodies before Deran is fully through the door. Deran stops dead in his tracks as he takes in the scene in front of him a wide grin comes across his face. “So what have you guys been up to?” He asks.

Craig and Baz come up behind him peeking in “what’s going on?” Baz asks as Craig shoves the door wide open.

You clutch the blanket to your chest “is there no such thing as privacy in this house!” You yell at them.

Baz chuckles “you passed out last night we were concerned” he looks between you and Pope “but apparently you are well taken care of” he waggles his eye brows at the two of you and Craig bursts out laughing.

“Get the fuck out.” Pope growls at them.

Craig laughs more “cmon man we’re just messing-“

“GET.FUCKING.OUT” he yells at them. They all scatter closing the door behind them. Pope flops back against the pillows wiping a hand down his face. “I’m sorry” he mumbles.

You laugh lightly “it’s not your fault they’ve been moment ruiners since I’ve known them” you kiss his cheek softly and slide out of bed. “I’m taking a shower, you joining me?” You smile suggestively at over your shoulder at him.

He gets up following you inside the bathroom. You stand under the spray together just holding each other nothing sexual or big, just intimate. After a while he turns you around and grabs the shampoo lathering it through your hair massaging your scalp, repeating the motion with the conditioner.

When he was done you turned to him “your turn” you tell him a soft small on your face. His cheeks colour and he nods slightly. You take your time running your fingers through his curls.

When you’ve both finished showering he wraps you in a towel and tucks it under your arms. He looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. “I love you” he whispers to you.

You step closer to him tilting your chin up towards him “I love you Andrew” he meets your lips kissing you softly and for a quiet all too rare moment everything feels right.

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~Mine To Keep~

*Andrew Pope Cody/F!reader

(Parts 2 & 3 are up check out my page)

So this fic started as inspired by Hardy’s song “Wait in the truck” and it spiralled.

Summary: After Pope saves you from your abusive ex you end up living with the Cody’s and become entwined in their world.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Explicit sexual content, drug use, alcohol consumption, soft dom pope if you squint, brief religion mentions, feminine reader with blonde hair briefly mentioned, physical violence, physical and verbal abuse, canon Smurf behaviour (I will apologize in advance if I missed anything I am new to this)

Notes: Ok so hear me out I have never ever done this before so bear with me (Like literally a tumblr lurker never a tumblr poster) but I have been working on this for quite some time and I wanna see if it’s worth me to keep going with it. So this my first written out fic I am out here on the Shawn Hatosy train with the rest of you thirsty bitches ❤️ please leave me some love in the comments it’s been a long time since I’ve written and I’m rusty so please be kind and let me know if you want the next part.

Word count: 3.6K

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You swore you would never be like her. Your mother. You couldn’t believe how far you had fallen as you limped down the road in the rain.

He always swore it was the last time. “I’m sorry, baby,” he would say, “I didn’t mean it, baby. I love you.” You kept believing him over and over again.

Tonight was the last straw. He had dragged you from one end of the house to the other. Telling you how worthless you were, how you were nothing but a whore like your mother. You had managed to grab a frying pan from the kitchen and swing it as hard as you could. Surprising yourself when you made contact and he went down. You sat and stared at his limp form on the ground.

And then you ran.

You ran out of the house. You ran down the driveway. You kept running until you couldn’t breathe.

That’s how you found yourself here now. Wandering down the street in the pouring rain. In nothing but your T-shirt and shorts, covered in bruises and blood. Your blood was roaring in your ears. You didn’t even hear the truck come up behind you until you saw the headlights lighting your path.

You whipped around, expecting to see him getting out of the truck, coming after you. Your breathing accelerated, terror running through your veins. When you saw a man step out.

The man stepped in front of the truck and stopped. He looked you up and down, taking in the bruises and the blood.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he called over the rain. “I can help you if you’ll let me.” You stared at the man like a deer in the headlights. You decided whatever this man had in store for you couldn’t be worse than what you had come from.

You nodded at the man meekly. He took a deep, relieved breath. “OK, get in the truck,” he said, coming around to open the passenger door for you.

You climbed into the truck, shivering. You stared through the window, unseeing. You didn’t even hear him enter the cab until he offered you his jacket. You looked at him with wide, uncertain eyes.

You took him in for the first time. He had intense hazel eyes. His auburn curls damp from the rain. You looked at the arm extending the jacket to you. You could tell it was strong, his biceps tight under the T-shirt he wore.

“Take the jacket,” he said softly. “I can see you shivering.” You took the jacket and slid your arms through the sleeves. It was still warm from his body heat.

“Thank you,” you murmured quietly. You hadn’t started driving yet. You could feel his eyes on you. You glanced at him tentatively, sure you would find pity. You weren’t expecting what you saw instead: fury. Fury.

“Where is he?” The stranger asked evenly.

You decided playing dumb was the easiest answer. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He looked at you, his eyes darkening. “I know you didn’t do that to yourself. Tell me where he is, and I promise he’ll never hurt you again.” You looked over at him, and somehow you knew he was telling the truth. You could see the violence in his eyes, the scars on the knuckles holding the steering wheel tightly.

“132 Westpoint Drive.” You told him quietly.

He gave you one last long look and nodded, putting the truck into gear.

The truck pulled up in front of the house you had just escaped from. Your breathing became erratic, and suddenly you felt like there wasn’t enough air in the cab.

“Hey,” the stranger said quietly. “Breathe. I’m gonna take care of this.” He put his hand on yours softly. “You don’t have to worry,” he opened the glove box and pulled out a gun, tucking it into the back waistband of his jeans under his shirt.

He moved to get out of the truck, and you grabbed his arm. “Wait!” You said desperately. He paused and looked at you. “I don’t want you to kill him. He isn’t worth you going to jail.” You told him shakily.

“Don’t worry,” he told you gruffly. “I know what I’m doing. Just wait in the truck.” He slid the rest of the way out of the truck, closing the door.

You watched him stalk up to the door, tension rolling off his body. You watched as he banged on the door with his fist three times. He waited a second to see if he would answer the door. When he didn’t, you watched him kick the door in.

You gasped in shock, covering your mouth with your hands. Your heart was pounding a mile a minute; you knew what he was capable of. You didn’t want him hurting the kind stranger who rescued you.

You heard the commotion before you saw it. You saw the stranger throw him out the door into the mud. You watched the stranger repeatedly ram his fist into his face over and over again. You knew you should look away, but you couldn’t.

You watched as the stranger gave him one final kick to the ribs. He spit on his body as he walked away from him.

The stranger got back in the truck, soaking wet with bruised knuckles. He stretched his hands, rubbing his knuckles as he slowly looked over at you. “He won’t be bothering you again,” he told you roughly.

He started driving again. You watched him with wide eyes. “Who are you?” you asked him quietly

He looked over at you, startled, the realization that he never told you his name or asked for yours dawning on his face. “My name is Andrew,” he murmured. “I should have asked for yours.”

You told him your name meekly. He gave you an appraising look. “How old are you?” he asked gruffly.

“19,” you told him.

He looked over at you sharply. “What the fuck were you doing with that piece of shit?” he asked you.

You felt the tears begin to well in your eyes. “I had nowhere else to go,” you took a shaky breath. “ I have nowhere else to go.” You felt the tears start to slide down your cheeks as a sob racked your body as the events of the night finally caught up with you.

He reached over, placing an unsure hand on your knee. “Hey, don’t do that. What about your parents? Where are they?” he asked softly.

You scoff. “My mom could hardly stay sober enough to realize I exist, while her endless stream of enabling boyfriends just tried to get a two-for-one package.” You wipe the tears from your cheeks, trying to take a calming breath.

Andrew looks between you and the road, unsure of what his next move should be. He doesn’t want you to think he’s just another man trying to take advantage of you. “Look,” he says. “You can come back to my place. I live with my mom and my brothers. We can at least get you cleaned up and figure out what to do from there.”

“Are you sure?” You sniffle out. “Your family would be okay with that?”

He gives you a wary look. “The way my family works, we’re used to picking up strays. I promise they won’t mind.”

You think it over for a moment. You really have no other options, other than if you want to sleep on a park bench tonight. “Yes, please. That would be really great. Thank you.”

You see a blush rise in his cheeks. “You don’t have to thank me,” he murmurs

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You pull up to a gated home in a nice neighbourhood. Andrew hits a button on the remote attached to his visor, and the gate in front of you swings open.

Andrew pulls up to the garage, killing the engine and hopping out of the truck. He comes around to your side and opens the door for you, offering his hand to help you out of the truck.

You take his hand shakily and slowly slide out of the truck. Wincing as the pain from the night’s events finally settles in now that the adrenaline has worn off. Your feet hit the ground, and a gasp of pain hisses through your teeth.

“Are you okay?” Andrew asks, concerned. “What hurts?”

You let out a small, humourless laugh. “Everything.”

Andrew leads you quietly to the back door. You look around in awe at your surroundings, silently wondering what his family did for a living to have a house this nice.

As you walk into the kitchen, you see four new faces, and it stops you in your tracks. Andrew lightly puts a hand on your back and directs you to sit down. He looks at the faces of his family and introduces you. You notice he doesn’t quite meet his mother’s eyes.

You quickly become uncomfortable with the stares of his family, and you realize maybe you were better off on your own. “I am really sorry for intruding in your home. I shouldn’t be here. I should go,” you say quickly, going to get up to leave.

Andrew’s mother places a hand on your shoulder, urging you to stay seated. “You will do no such thing, baby. I’m Jeanine, but you can call me Smurf. Everyone does.” She says to you softly. You look into her eyes. She affects a soft expression, but you can see the calculating look in her eyes. “You’ve already met my oldest, Pope,” she says, nodding to Andrew.

You look at him confused. “Pope? I thought your name was Andrew.”

He looks down at his shoes and shrugs his shoulders. “It’s just a nickname.”

You look away, nodding silently. Smurf continues the introductions. “These boys here are his brothers, Baz, Deran, and Craig.” Each man nods at you or waves as she says their names.

“So,” the one named Baz started looking between you and Andrew, “What the hell happened?”

Andrew looked at you, seeking permission. You looked up at him, nodding meekly. He took a deep breath and launched into the story of how he found you and the events that occurred afterwards.

You felt everyone’s eyes on you as he told the story. You kept your knees tucked to your chest, with your chin resting on them. You could see their eyes ranging from pity to anger as Andrew continued talking.

As he finished the story you felt Smurfs hand on your knee, she looked at you with kindness. “I am so sorry that happened to you baby. How about you go and take a shower, get cleaned up we’ll get you some clothes and then we’ll take care of your injuries.” She looked up at her sons. “Go find the first aid kit while she showers” she looks back at you. “Are you hungry? I will make you something to eat.”

You looked at her feeling the tears pricking your eyes. “Thank you” you say in a wobbly voice.

You see Andrew push away from the wall he was leaning on. “C’mon I’ll show you where you can shower and I’ll find you some dry clothes.” You nod following him.

You follow Andrew into a bedroom with an adjoining bathroom. He looks at you somewhat awkwardly “This is my room, you can shower in there and I will leave you some clothes on the bed” he stands at the doorway unsure of whether to leave you alone or not.

“Thank you Andrew” you say to him sincerely “you and and your family don’t have to do any of this for me” you look down at your feet and then back at him and before thinking too hard about it you wrap your arms around his waist in a tight hug pressing your face into his chest.

Andrew isn’t entirely sure how to react. He normally doesn’t like people touching him. He freezes for a moment and then slowly wraps his arms around you. “You don’t have to keep thanking me” he murmurs stepping out of your arms. You can see the blush coating his cheeks his eyes looking everywhere but at you. “Take a shower then I’ll look after your cuts and stuff.” He says gruffly walking out of the room.

You smile to yourself as you walk into the bathroom gingerly peeling off your wet clothes. You stand under the spray for a while replaying the nights events and this time you let the tears come.

As you step out of the shower and wrap a towel around yourself you can see Smurf standing in the bedroom. She smiles at you. “I have some clothes here for you, go ahead and get dressed and then join us in the kitchen I made you some dinner.” She says placing the clothes on the bed.

“Thank you Smurf, really and truly you’re being so kind and I don’t deserve it” you tell her your voice cracking.

She runs her hands through the ends of your wet hair. “Andrew doesn’t stop for strangers” she says ambiguously. “If he decided you’re worth stopping for then there’s a reason” You watch as she leaves the room. What did she mean by that?

You walk out into the kitchen, Andrew is sitting at the table waiting for you with the first aid kit. He looks up at you taking in the sight of you in the sleep shorts and t-shirt Smurf lent you. “You look better” he murmurs.

You give him a small smile. “I feel a little better.” You say taking the chair next to him.

He pushes a plate in front of you. “Smurf made you some food” He says as he begins unpacking the first aid kit. “You can eat while I work on your leg” he leans down to grab your leg and pauses and looks up at you “is it ok-“

You nod “yes it’s fine.”

He nods sagely and gently lifts your leg into his lap. You watch his careful hands as they apply antiseptic to your cuts and covers them with bandages. “You seem to have a lot of experience doing this” you tell him softly.

His fingers pause slightly. “I patch up my brothers a lot.” He says without meeting your eyes. “When you live like we do you get used to a lot of blood” he continues his administrations his finger deftly moving over your skin.

“And how exactly do you and your brothers live?” You ask him cautiously.

He drops your leg from his lap gingerly. “Don’t worry about it.” He tells you in a way that says the conversation is over.

He moves his chair closer to yours putting antiseptic on a cotton ball and dabbing your lip gently. You hiss in pain and pull away slightly. “Sorry” he mutters gruffly.

“It’s ok” you whisper trying to hold still. You let him finish patching you up watching his eyes as they look you over. You can tell by looking at his eyes that his soul is older than he looks and infinitely more sad.

He catches you looking at him moving back abruptly clearing his throat. “I’ll show you the guest bedroom you can sleep there” he says standing up.

“Wait-“ you say quickly. “Thank you for everything but it’s ok I can find somewhere else to go”

“Nonsense” you jump as Smurf comes up quietly from behind you. “You can stay here as long as you need.” She says smoothly “isn’t that right Andrew?”

He gives her a look that you can’t quite read. “ course “ he says gruffly. Not meeting her eyes and shuffling away. “C’mon I’ll show you the room” he says as he walks away.

You get up and follow him down the hall. He opens the door to the room and you can see it’s been made up already and looks quite comfortable. “You guys have guests a lot?” You ask timidly.

He scuffs his feet on the floor eyes down cast. “Sometimes” he mutters.

“Andrew-“ you start. “I don’t have to stay if it makes you uncomfortable, I can go” you ramble.

He looks up at you quickly shock painted across his features “you don’t make me uncomfortable” he states clearly. “I want you to stay, just-“ he pauses “Just be careful around Smurf”

You look at him your brow furrowing. “What do you mean?”

He looks at you sadly “You’ll see” he turns to leave “Good night”

“Wait!” You blurt out. Rushing up to his side and quickly pecking a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you for everything, I really mean it no one is ever this nice to me”

He looks away awkwardly pink tinging the tips of his ears “Stop thanking me” and then he walks away leaving you to get comfortable and finally crash into a dreamless sleep.

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That’s how you ended up living with the Cody’s. And how you’re still there 4 years later. You kept telling Smurf you would get a job and find your own place and she would just keep saying to you in that sickly sweet way of hers “Baby you don’t have to go anywhere you’re one of us now”

You hadn’t realized at the time what that actually meant. It didn’t take you long to figure out the kind of life that the Cody’s lived. Eventually you even started helping on jobs. You were young, blonde and pretty. You made a good lookout and distraction which had earned you the nickname “Scout”

You and Pope had gotten the closest out of the 4 brothers. He was your person. Your best friend. The two of you could practically read each other’s minds.

You were also madly in love with him. Not that you would tell him that. You knew that he knew and you also suspected he felt the same way. But the two of you never crossed that line. He knew that if he did Smurf would do everything in her power to ruin it.

Regardless the two of you were attached at the hip. That particular day you sat next to him as they discussed the newest job. They were planning to rob a bank.

“Scout goes in first. Distracts the first guard long enough for Pope to slip in undetected.” Baz was saying.

Pope looks at you deadly serious “The second I am inside and in position you get the fuck out and you don’t look back” you give him a bored look “Scout I’m serious or you’re not fucking coming” he says in a low voice.

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. “Ok the second you are in place I am out the door ok?” You say in a soothing voice. You know how protective he is of you and you love him for it. Though sometimes you wished he trusted you more with jobs.

You watched him visibly relax and Baz hops out of his chair rubbing his hands together. “Alright people let’s go have some fun” he says with a dangerous glint in his eye.

You walk into the bank in your cutest sundress with your blonde hair curling around your shoulders. You lift your sunglasses to the top of your head approaching the guard. “Excuse me sir?” You call to him in a saccharine sweet voice. He glances over at you and you watch as his eyes travel up and down your body and a slow smile creeps across his face. Gotcha. You think to yourself. “I think I took a wrong turn somewhere do you think you could help me?” You ask him with big doe eyes.

“Of course Miss” he says as if he’s the most chivalrous man on earth. You pretend to listen as he gives you directions to somewhere you have no intention of going. Out of the corner of your eye you see Pope slip in. You wait until he is position and then thank the guard and make for the exit.

You are waiting across the street in your car when you get a text from Baz “911 go back to Smurfs NOW” you look around and you can see the police cars screaming down the street. You curse lowly to yourself and start driving.

You get back to Smurfs first bursting through the door surprising Smurf. She looks at you with wide eyes “what happened?” She snaps.

You stutter “I don’t-I don’t know Baz just told me to come back here but there were cops everywhere” your breathing is erratic and you try to take deep breaths to calm down you shoulders heaving.

Smurfs eyes flash “were you followed?” She asks harshly.

“No” you say shaking your head quickly “no I took the long way there was no one tailing me”

You watch as Smurf takes a deep calming breath “Ok so we wait for the boys to get back and we find out what happened” she says sitting at the kitchen table.

You are unable to sit choosing to pace outside by the pool instead when you hear the garage open. You run into the garage and watch only 3 of the brothers get out of the truck. Your eyes widen “where’s Pope?” None of them will meet your eyes. You look at Baz and ask louder “Baz where the fuck is Pope?”

Baz’s shoulders droop “I am so sorry Scout. He got picked up” he looks at you devastation on his face.

You feel the tears fill your eyes as you launch yourself at him fists flying “How could you leave him there!” You scream punching his chest.

Baz stands there letting you hit him over and over again when you feel arms wrap around you from behind holding you back. “Scout,” you hear Deran say “Scout this isn’t gonna help get him out or fix this, please you have to calm down” he turns you around burying your face in his chest as you scream and cry.

Pope. Your Pope. Sentenced to 6 years in Folsom Prison.